A Six Thousand Peso Fine For Sex on the Beach and Two Peso Tacos. ( an illuminating acedemic illustration of economic disparity in Mexico.)

p.s. - Fuck You Salinas !

Carlos Salinas was - and is - a dick. Carlos from Chile agrees - and someone from Chile should know bad leaders. Carlos Salinas was the president of Mexico from 1988 until 1994. He and his sidekick brother Raul really screwed over the beautiful republic of Mexico. They stole a lot of money and helped to badly devaluate the currency He lives the Dublin, in the beautiful republic of Ireland now. His brother Raul lives in a club med-like prison in Mexico. But I digress, this is meant to be academic, I should reserve personal opinion - we'll return to Salinas later...

Carlos, (from Chile, not Salinas), told me an interesting story about the coital restrictions in the amazing Mexican state of Oaxaca. Oaxaca is one of the loviest, most diverse, visually stunning states in Mexico - beaches, mountains, mezcal, magical small towns, and incredible food. There are secret clandestine  glorious beaches, where if one is with the right person, and the proper amount of rum or vodka, whiskey, etc... romantic events can very possibly take place. This happened to Carlos,(from Chile, not Salinas). He met a gringa. Here in the great republic of Mexico, techically a gringo or gringa is from the USA. However, many people assume that Canadians and Europeans are gringos as well. She was from Canada - Quebec.

Puerto Escondido is a lovely beach spot in Oaxaca - full of travellers and houses of libation. Carlos met "la Quebecois" in one of the many houses of libation - a bar. They drank, they danced, they sang, they talked, they had amazing eye contact. They even ate peanuts. Live music was playing - a rockabilly/surf punk band. When Carlos, (from Chile, not Salinas), and "la Quebecois" decided to leave, they were both feeeling quite happy, a bit drunk, and liberated. It should be noted that people from Quebec really do not like to wear clothes. At the first sight of sun, the first hint of warmth - nudity. Now Carlos and his French/English - speaking friend were obviously attracted to one another, so with the aide of laughter, liquor, and liberation - nature took it's course. They began to walk to the beach. The moon was high and the beach they found themselves on was empty. Beautiful nature again.
Carlos removed his shirt while the lovely girl from Quebec danced to a song stuck in her head, The Proclaimers, "1000 miles". She performed her dance as she gently kissed Carlos' right hand. After hopping on one foot, fumbling with clasps, buttons, and zippers, both Carlos and his friend achieved total nudity.
Once again, beautiful nature took it's course.
Ten or fifteen in to their spontainious manifestion of passion and joy, there appeared a new non-lunar source of light - a police offficer´s torch. His flashlight. "¡Oje!" "¿Que paso jovenes?" Mexican police officers are not known for their technical or intellectual brilliance. However, they are quite proficent at asking stupid questions and asking for/demanding bribes. Carlos quickly covered his trouserless bottom, while the lovely girl from Quebec simply smiled and waved at the officer. She made no attempt to cover up. "Bueno jovens,  necesitas pagar para esta - no esta bien." "¿Cuantas?", Carlos sighed while still trying to get dressed. "Seis mil." "Tabernac !, yelled the Quebec girl, still naked and still not attempting to cover up. "¿Como?", exclaimed the officer, being completely ignorant of French, let alone Quebecois, expressions of  exasperation -as all Mexican police officers are. "Don't worry, I'll take care of this," said Carlos in English. " And put on some clothes." "Allez, what's the problem ?", replied the brunette. " Just do it, we're gonna run", Carlos replied, remembering that Mexican police officers are also improfficent in speaking English. As the young Quebecois begrudgingly got dressed, Carlos explained to the officer that he would have to go to an ATM to retrieve the money. Once his female friend was dressed, Carlos nodded with his head and whispered, "now, go", and they were off. It's important to point out out that not only are Mexican police incapable of speaking English or French, thay are notoriously overweight and unfit. After chasing the pair of moonlight lovers from the beach to the sidewalk 300 yards away, the chase was over. The officer, winded and doubled-over, mumbling curses, thought about what he could've done with the six thousand pesos.
He also about what he could have done with the six thousand pesos and the lovely naked brunette girl.

The average Mexican police officer,(pre-bribe), earns just 5,000 pesos in a month.
The alleged richest man in the world is from Mexico - Carlos Slim, ( again, not Carlos from Chilie). He probably earns that every minute. I write alleged because there are many people who believe that Carlos Salinas, former president and asshole, is in fact the richest man in the world. They believe that Carlos Slim is nothing more than a puppet of Carlos Salinas - a face.

In San Cristobal de las Chiapas, Mexico, it's possible to buy tacos for two pesos. With six thousand pesos one could buy a lot of tacos, twelve thousand to be exact. Carlos Slim ( or Salinas, it makes no difference), could buy twelve thousand pesos a minute. Just think how much more overweight, out of shape, and generally incompitent the panting Oaxaca police officer would be if he had twelve thousand tacos all to himself ? In fact, Mexican law enforcement should be glad that Carlos,( from Chilie, not Salinas or Slim), and the girl from Quebec got away. If they had paid the bribe, maybe all the money would've been spent on two peso tacos ?

Carlos Salinas still lives in Dublin, in the beautiful republic of Ireland.
Carlos Slim still lives in Mexico, D.F., in the beautiful republic of Mexico.
Carlos, from Chilie, is still travelling somewhere in the beautiful continent of South America.
The police officer is still sad he didn't get the six thousand pesos and the girl from Quebec still doesn't like to wear clothes.