Tuesday, March 20, 2012

Going Up-Country

(Semana Culiacana continues...)

Once we were out of the city, we pulled into a tiny little hamlet, the name of which we never saw, and the troops secured a stretch of the highway so that the escort chopper could land and pick up our cameraman.  We’re pretty sure this violated a number of Army regulations, but these are the perks of traveling with the general. 



Eventually, we had to abandon the SUV because it wouldn’t make it up the dirt paths, and we piled into the back of an open troop carrier.  As confidence-inducing as a heavily armed escort is - and trust us, there's something about 100 armed-to-the-teeth Mexican soldiers that's plenty fucking confidence-inducing (at least as long as you're in their commanding officer's car) -  it's rather unsettling to realize you're the only ones without a helmet, a gun or body armor. 






After a half hour of this, we came to a clearing, the copter touched down, and we disembarked to make the rest of the journey on foot.  We trudged about a half a mile down a well-trodden path (we think we mentioned this in an earlier installment, but this was the most humid place we have ever been, by like a factor of ten, and we've been to some truly malarial hellholes before), until - there it was.   An acre of dope....

3 comments:

s said...

Helmut, gun and body armor---I'll suggest that O and Josh add this to your Christmas list.

Zoe said...

Vy vud vun vear Helmut? I sink he vud complain. (just chuckling over your last poster's spelling of helmet)

I am still nervous about the assault rifle pointed at your knee cap.

Dave said...

One less acre of dope=winning the war. At least we got a great post out of it.

One would think that the general's car might make the most likely target, but of course that's all after the fact...