Fucking Mexico. What a PIA. Every single stop, paperwork up the wahzoo. The shit they asked for.... so one airport this military dude demanded all this crazy paperwork that doesn't exist, so we are calling the company, seeing if we can bullshit something with a phony stamp, and the cute customs lady whispers to me - just entertain him for twenty minutes, his shift is almost done, and sure enough, 20 minutes he just fucks off... Too much fun. First place on entire trip they made us pull all our shit out of the helo. Guys shaking every can of oil. It was hilarious.
So we are in a seedy bar in Tampico and in walks this gnarly Irish SAR Tech I've worked with in Tanzania, Kenya, Kazakhstan, Suriname, plus some secret squirrel shit in #####. He was there when some very cute Tanzanian got my name tattooed on her arm, true story. SMALL world. He's there on a SAR contract that's ending mid-July. SO we get to chatting (and drinking) and I get job offers going forward in Colombia and Libya, that I will probably take over the Trinidad & Tobago gig because the money is very good, and its mostly sitting on the beach drinking margaritas and fishing. I love my life sometimes.... Sitting in a college town West of Houston now. Big Willy Ritas.... did 2. Damn, you Americans make them a lot stronger than anywhere South of the border
Entire trip album is here if anyone is bored:
https://www.darcyhooverphotos.ca/And-Chile-back-to-Canada/