The Police Welcome Us to Mainland Mexico - Arriving in Los Mochis

The Police Welcome Us to Mainland Mexico – Arriving in Los Mochis

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After a long night with little sleep on the ferry across the Gulf of California, we had arrived in Mainland Mexico.

It was 9am as we finally disembarked the boat. I was tired and it was already hot and humid.

Sinaloa

Here we were in the port of Topolobampo, the port outside of Los Mochis in the state of Sinaloa…

Most famous perhaps for the Sinaloa Cartel which is responsible for the bulk of the drug smuggling into the United States, untold violence throughout the region, and is considered “the most powerful drug trafficking organization in the world”.

El Chapo, the Mexican Pablo Escobar, who has been in the news so much lately following his escape from prison, is the head of the Sinaloa Cartel… And here we were in Sinaloa.

Welcome to Mexico!

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Despite the little sleep and overall tired feeling we wanted to push on to Mazatlan that day, both because there isn’t much to see around Los Mochis and to get to a more touristy area within Sinaloa.

Unfortunately it was about another 4 hour drive down the road.

More Encounters with Mexican Police

As we were rounding out of Los Mochis and about to hop on the freeway, we passed a cop car on the side of the road and I made sure to drive plenty slow and extra careful.

They pulled me over anyway.

After our experience with the cops in Cabo San Lucas and a general crankiness from the ferry crossing, lack of sleep, and still hadn’t eaten breakfast yet, I was pretty evasive and combative with them.

I asked why they pulled me over before I would comply with any of their questions (for my license and paperwork), to which they responded that they pull over all foreign plated vehicles to make sure they have the temporary import permit (that little decal sticker).

I’m not really sure how I could manage to cross the Gulf of California and board the ferry without it, but nevertheless I pointed out the sticker to them a few times and kept telling them that was all they needed to see.

They insisted on seeing my drivers license as well, that it was part of the normal process.

I really didn’t want to (thanks to the cop that stole my license in Cabo) but finally relented when they wouldn’t budge.

I wouldn’t hand the license over to them though, and kept it in my hand as I held it out the window. The officer gave it a cursory look and glanced at his partner who gave him the nod.

We were free to go.

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Another half hour down the road we pulled off in the town of Gausave to try and find something to eat. I was starving by this point.

As we entered the town, guess what, another set of lights flashing behind me… I was getting pulled over again!

This time it was Transit Police and not the Municipal Police as had been my last two experiences (and the notoriously most corrupt).

The young guy was very informal and relaxed. I followed the same procedure—insist on knowing the infraction first (none) and then complying. He was pulling me over just to make sure everything was okay with our permit and everything was going fine for us.

He looked at my drivers license and asked me about Washington, and then said that we hate Mexicans up there…

Huh? I was taken aback and told him no.

Later on I came to the conclusion that he was mixing it up for Washington DC and the politicians, specifically Donald Trump who has been in the news so often lately taking bad about Mexico and the Mexican people.

Thanks Trump! Your actions impact Americans south of the border as well.

The officer ended up giving us directions to a few restaurants where we could grab something to eat and let us on our way.

But after getting pulled over twice in less than an hour for literally doing nothing more than driving with a foreign plate, we were now on high alert for all the cop cars we passed. It became somewhat stressful.

First Tacos in Mainland Mexico

By now it was almost noon and we could find no breakfast. We ended up just sitting out at a taco joint for our first tacos (delicious cabeza de res) in Mainland Mexico.

It felt like we were a long way from home—even though we were just a short drive from the border with Arizona.

Nonetheless, we were committed to doing a house sit in Mexico City in a few weeks, so we were on our way.

We pushed on through the long morning though and made it to Mazatlan, where we could settle in, rest, and recover.

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Comments 6

  1. Just starting on my research of driving from Canada to Belize. How is dealing with police if I don’t speak Spanish?

  2. I live in Canada and have been thinking to drive down to Costa Rica. Makes me nervous to do it with our 3 kids because of all the garbage people have planted in my head. But have read many blogs about it not being as bad as people make it seem.
    Opinion?

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  3. “In Mexico though, you do at times get targeted because of your foreign plate.”

    Interesting. In the United States though, you do at times get targeted because you’re a person of color.

    Nevertheless, good blog. I’ll continue to follow you on the various social networks. May purchase a book.
    Best wishes.

  4. I came across this blog after googling, modern Central American countries.

    After reading about your encounters with “corrupt police” in Mexico I had to laugh (and think)… not to much different than the encounters I’ve had with American police in various cities, esp. Los Angeles, which is my hometown. So, corrupt police are apprently not exclusive to Mexico. Don’t know which ones are worst though.

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      Yikes, really? Can’t say I’ve ever had any encounters with corrupt police in the USA, but definitely police that are on power trips and eager to hand out tickets. In Mexico though, you do at times get targeted because of your foreign plate.

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