On departure from the flamingos we travelled for an hour or so and then crossed into Campeche State. This crossing was little more than an inspection point for plants or dirt. The inbound lane, for us, on the road ended in cones and the other lane did not seem to be the place to be, so I left the road and proceeded through the truck area. This was off to the side with lanes marked and a roof over the top. The State policeman spoke to us there after I’d stopped and said I was in the wrong place and I should reverse and go in the outbound lane through the other part of the checkpoint. When I got there he had walked over, 15 metres, and said that we had committed an “infraction” and intimated there would be a fine to pay!
There was a bit of to and fro with Jenny coming to the aid saying we would not pay, “take us to the police station”, “what is your name/number” and so on as standard defenses to these blatant money grabs.
The elder man at this checkpoint, a civilian, then came to have a few words to the policeman and ultimately our “infraction” was overlooked and we were away. All this took five minutes or so and we were the only people there.
Club Nautic just south of Campeche hosted us that night to the tune of 350 pesos, but for very nice location and facilities, the most costly of all the places we have stayed, and once again we were the sole occupants.
On the road again and on entering Compoton we were stopped at a checkpoint, singled out and waved to the side. I did not know what for so undid my seatbelt and got out of the car. The officer, another Campeche State policeman wanted to see my license and said I was not wearing my seatbelt. This was a total untruth.
Once again the argy bargy occurred, this time in front of many other cars and police and a few soldiers. Two of them came to our rescue with one being an English speaker. They found out the truth and convinced the policeman to let us go. I am sure that Jenny’s requests for the officer’s name and number had an influence. This policeman did not want to give the ID number saying, “I am police” and pointing to his badge. Well, this time he did not add to his, or the state’s income and we are thankful for that.
There are many of these incidents documented and we have been through many checkpoints with excellent, respectful, professional officers getting their jobs done. It is hard not to generalize about Compeche’s finest, I would just say be careful there.
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