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Rifles

Visible military & police presence, especially armed with rifles is unusual in Canada, so initially the prevalence of rifles & uniforms was a bit disarming. But even in the most tranquil parts of Mexico, it’s part of life. Here are a few examples:

Most of the police vehicles here are trucks & it’s not uncommon to see someone with their rifle standing in the box of the truck facing backwards. I keep my distance – what happens if they hit a bump or have to slam on the breaks?

Most banks & a few other institutions have rifle-carrying security guards. Guess that{s why the thieves rob the small businesses & richer-looking homes.

Military checkpoints are common on the highways. The smaller ones usually detour you off the paved road – those rough paths can at least slow down the bad guys! The big one between Hermosillo & the border is very official with pull-over spots, x-ray stations, waiting areas. They always ask where you came from & where you are going & often your citizenship. In the process they determine whether they would like to check the vehicle further or let you go on your way. My experience at the big checkpoint has varied depending on whom I’m with & my mode of transportation. If I’m by myself or with 1 or 2 others, I’ve been sent on my way. Traveling by bus – all buses are stopped & everyone gets off with their luggage. Previously it was hand-checked, now I assume it all goes through the x-ray. This last time with a group of youth in a rental van, we were stopped & they checked the van pretty thoroughly. It’s kinda funny that these apparent tough guys, rifles in hand are concerned about little Miri biting them. I learned that picture taking in these stops is a no-no (not a surprise, really) but the soldiers were pleasant enough to remind me they are men doing their job, to be respected but not feared.

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