The Art of Smuggling 😁 and Las Coloradas

Smugling is too easy business to start... In this trip I started it in Las Coloradas in Yucatan Mexico. Because there were stupid rules. And they were wrong.

We had a nice group in that tour, but Jasmin was absolutely the sparkling light of that trip. Such a gem, I would say now that we know better. 💎 She has a nice camera, but not systems camera or professional level. But well, like everywhere, also in Mexico you can find people who are facinated about the rules and feel empovered to be the one supervise those. But. A strong BUT. They have no idea why those rules are made and what they actually mean. So they had a rule that professional cameras are not allowed to the pink lake, where you could also see flamingos and which was also a production site of salt. Fine. But a common camera is just a camera even though it is not a phone.

Of course I suggested to J that we would smugle the camera in, in my bag, under my BH:s (as we had changed into bikinis) and J creating needed hassle. She is beatiful, so she easily gets the attention needed, but I wasn’t sure if she would have the thing needed for intentional, dishonest hassle. But she managed well and we got some pics also into her camera. Although the security came nagging that we should keep it in the bag, but hey -some nagging vs. getting the beatiful pics you want and has right to.

I don’t how J’s smugling career has developed, but as I love to have fruits with me everywhere, I have returned to the food products. Just like already in Australia, when I by accident had that half fermented pizza in my bag. Well, it was pure accident and forgiven, but when arriving to Guatemala my intention was to do it knowing. Well, actually I just ended up into that situation again as I had one banana and one apple on my hand bag. My intention was again eat those in plane, but they offered a meal. 🤷🏼‍♀️ Only when filling in the form to enter the country I remembered those. And decided to keep my dear fruits. Everything went well until I noticed they will put all luggage through X-ray. Evidently I’m not yet as hard and cold smugler as I pretend as it made me to take an U-turn. And destroying all evidents by eating those. And for nothing. As when I arrived to X-ray, she checked my passport, said ”Oh, Finlandia!” and showed me just to walk without X-ray. 🤦🏼‍♀️ 

So much stress for nothing. Guatemalan prison was a bit too big deterrent for me, but I should still remember that life will always work out. Although, few weeks in Guatemalan prison would most certainly taken my Spanish to next level. 😆