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Mexican Advertising

October 28th, 2009 | Category: Cozumel,Travel,Uncategorized

Mexican advertising has a amusing, desperate, shameless quality to it.

This one is really an inspirational message: “We know that you have to eat occasionally during your rabid shopping frenzy, but don’t give up – we know you can do it!”

Notice those bottles of hard liquor in the background of this fast food joint. You want fries with that?


I find this desperate appeal as repellent as the man who wrote the lyric.  Note Ms. tourist cramming useless kitsch into her overflowing suitcase.  Forget it, babe, you’ll never make it close.


I suppose that kitsch lady will have to buy more bags, like this next woman.  It’s so refreshing to experience a foreign culture; the exchange of ideas is invigorating.  As provincial as I am, it would never have occurred to me to transport a guitar in a duffel bag. I’d like to hear the sound it makes as it goes through baggage handling. Remember the old american tourist commercial?


Next, a ruthless attempt to get your cash by blatantly pushing drugs.  In Mexico, you can buy anything you want without a prescription, but still, she has a stethoscope, so it has the imprimatur of the medical profession.  Of course you really need 5 cubic feet of oxycontin for legitimate medical reasons.

Maybe I’ll get inspired by the previous ads, buy so many pills that I can’t even close my suitcase, get blasted out of my mind and stagger slack-jawed through the mall, unable to resist hypnotic commands to buy everything in sight. Or maybe I’ll get some medical-grade meth to fuel my foaming acquisitive session. This being Mexico, you can get pills as big as the ones on the sign, something large enough to require a violin case for transportation. Don’t worry though – the Bacardi you bought from the fast food place makes it go down easy. Come on – we know you can do it.

Don’t forget, no matter how much meth you buy, it stops being legal the moment you cross into US airspace. You had better eat it all on the plane, or immigration’s dogs will rip out your spleen. *


Finally, here is the video screen of a money conversion machine.  This woman has clearly reached a state of unblemished tantric perfection, the pinnacle of her heart’s desire, and perhaps has experienced a shattering orgasm as her converted money issued from the machine’s orifice. She might even have been blessed by God for this holy act; note the halo-like rays emanating from behind her head.


When I reached the states and was asked if I had anything to declare, I was honestly able to say “no.” The officer said “really?  You didn’t buy a single thing?” and it was true.  Not even oxycontin.

* I have seen a couple of immigration dogs.  They’re not all German Shepherds; I once saw a 10-pound shaggy little terrier.


under the sea in Mexico

October 21st, 2009 | Category: Cozumel

A large grouper just above the reef where I always see them.


There is a seahorse (actually many) in this image. Can you find it?


That picture is how things really look when you’re deep enough for the water to filter out alnost all of the red and green light. Here’s a slightly more revealing image:


And here’s the prize:




A stingray ripples arocc the sand, mysterious and graceful.