Crossing into Mexico from AZ for the Day

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Yesterday I decided to drive across the Mexican border and go to the small town of Sonoyta. It’s located about 3 miles from the Arizona border town called Lukeville. The drive to the border from my home in Gila Bend is about an hour and a half.

About a hour into the drive I stopped in the town of Ajo to get car insurance for the day. My midnight blue Chrysler 300 with its 20 inch custom wheels is a eye magnet for most young boys and men. So I thought better get the insurance. Good thing I stopped, because in fact it’s mandatory in Mexico now. If you are stopped and asked for it and you don’t have it, they can take your car away from you. So I got the insurance for 24 hours. The cost was $28.00.

From there I headed back on the two lane road through the beautiful green desert and cascading multi-colored rocky peaks in the background, just breathtaking scenery.

About half way to the border, I was stopped by Homeland Security border patrol. They took a close look inside my car then waved me on my way. I finally reached the border crossing.

As I was pulling up over the huge speed bumps I noticed five American men with assault rifles standing on the Mexican side of the road about thirty feet prior to the official crossing. They asked to see my passport, and asked me what my business was in Sonoyta. I told them I was going to the pharmacy for antibiotics. He then asked to open my trunk so he could dig around in there for a bit. Then he came back up to my window and said those are some big wheels you got there! I told him yeah I’m sorry I got those -they are expensive to replace and they are very bumpy. His reply was, I didn’t tell you to get those, and we all laughed. I was told to go ahead which I did.

I drove for  another thirty feet to a wooden barricade pole and when I approached it, a huge horn went off. The pole lifted up and red light came on. I was told to pull over to the left. A Mexican border customs officer asked to see my passport again, and to see my registration on my car. He took my registration and compared the VIN number on it to the one on my dash. He also asked me what I was there for.

Rocky Point is a vacation area about sixty-eight miles past Sonoyta with a lot of Americans living there, but you never would have thought that yesterday. It was like I was the only blonde girl out that day or something. There were no other cars at the border when I arrived or left so I guess it was a slow day and they needed something to entertain them.  

I drove to Sonoyta, a very small dirty town, went to all three drug stores, got my antibiotics and turned around and headed home.

Only one hour had passed. So I arrive at the US border exiting Mexico and of course I had to stop at US Customs. They asked for my passport. I gave it to them and he asked what I bought. I told him and he said okay, have a nice day. So off I went, waving to the other Customs guys who had talked to me earlier about my wheels and they all waved back.

I was on the road for a half hour or so and had to stop at that Homeland Security border patrol blockade once more. An officer asked me where I had been and what I bought. I told him. They put the dog on my car and he ran around all excited. Didn’t surprise me as wild cats are constantly pissing all over my car, especially those damn big…Cat Magnet too?

Then the officer asked if I had a prescription for those pills. I said no, but said I went through Customs with them and they okay’d it. He stood there for a minute looking all official in his uniform, and full of  mature years – at least 19 of them. Then all of a sudden he said get goin’….So I got goin’!

I finally made it home, and went on the computer to tell others about this little trip. One of the people wrote me back with some info I did not know. She said that the Homeland Security border patrol in Arizona overrides Customs, so if that young kid had wanted to, he could have taken those pills away from me!

It seemed so excessive all day long, so many people wanting to know my business. Big brother is out in his full glory guys, in the good ole USA.

About BG

Beryl Gorbman is a writer and private investigator who divides her time between Seattle WA and Merida Yucatan Mexico. She has published two works of fiction, 2012: Deadly Awakening, and Madrugada. They are both available on Amazon and other outlets. Also at Amate Books, and Casa Catherwood in Merida. You can read about them in various articles on this site.
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2 Responses to Crossing into Mexico from AZ for the Day

  1. kwallek says:

    I’m not sure that he could have taken the pills, you need a scrip to buy them but not to have them. Now pain killers, they can take your birthday away.

  2. Christofer says:

    “The Security State” has arrived.

    Freedom diminishes daily to assuage the people’s fears.

    Ben Franklin said, “Those who would give up Freedom for a little Security deserve neither.”

    Have we arrived at that point yet?

    Statistics prove that border violence has fallen for over a decade, yet politicians create panic by crying about it rising.

    A member of the Border Patrol has a job that, on average, is safer than that of any police officer in the USA.

    Reality escapes the panic. Fear triumphs. This is what was meant by “The only thing we have to fear is fear itself.”

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