I'm still mad as a wet hen that the Mexican incarnation of TSA took my fargin' matches.
TWC collects match books. Sure they aren't as cool as Lileks' matchbooks (well some of them are) but TWC had three sets of really cool matchbooks stuck in my checked suitcase that got searched by some kid at Mexican customs. Swear this guy wasn't more than twelve. Next time, they go somewhere else.
Kid: No matches, Señor, they catch fire
TWC: Well, Like, No Duh! (on the inside)
TWC: Can I put them in my carry on?
Mexican Kid: No entiendo inglés
I gotta say the customs people in Los Cabos are many times less uptight than their US counterparts. Joking, laughing, screwing around, and generally not taking themselves too seriously. Of course, Mexican personal space rules are looser and they don't have those pesky sexual harrassment laws.
OTOH, I gotta say, when you land at Los Cabos.....Customs it's like, well, Gitmo. Sterile green cinder block walls & long lines. I'm not quite clear how anyone can look both surly and bored at the same time, either. The flip side is that on the way out of town (the airport departure area) you get the marble floor, the concessions, souviner shops, bars, magazine stores, and the like. Weird.
They didn't say jack about the bottle of 500mg amoxicillin pills. Good to have those in the cupboard for an emergency. Saves a half day of wasted time at the doctor where you tell her what's wrong and then she writes a script for what you already knew you needed anyway and you don't have to write a check for the 40 bucks in co-pays. 48 pills for 130 pesos ($13.00 USD) ain't a bad deal.