On the RV forums there are many people who seem to LIVE to bash RV’ing in Mexico and the corrupt police. There are others who will try to enlighten the others; that the bad cops are the exception, but it is hard after hearing the horror stories… We’ve taken one license plate off our cars (as the cops will take the plate when you’re not occupying the car to ensure you’ll pay the ticket) in the event the other dissapears and have learned what to do in the event of meeting up with a crooked cop.
We left Teacapán at the LATE hour of 11am this morning and began to head to Tepic. It was hot and muggy and more than once I contemplated the A/C. We climbed and climbed and found a spectacular view just outside of Tepic, but the wrong side of the road. We’ll have to go back and see it from a non-moving car. So we sweltered through the end of Sinaloa (state) and into Nayarit (state). Banana trees grow like weeds here – we are getting quite used to seeing bananas everywhere we look. 
So…we
take the wrong road into town and I know it. The RV park should be
within a mile of leaving
MX15 and I can see it is nowhere. I’m trying
to figure out HOW I’m going to turn ourselves around (about 54′) and
get my folks (who are behind us in a Class C and toad) turned around,
when stopped at a light, a guy in the pickup next to us says, "Policia"
and I look back and YES, there are lights and YES there is a transito
police headed up to me. Oh Gawd. The kids are crying and bitching and
hot and tired. I just want to find the damn place and I’m all
frustrated that there is NO WAY we can get turned around without
completely stopping traffic and now here come the cops. A VERY nice
looking transito face looks in DH’s (passenger) window and says,
"buenas tardes" and then "MUY buenas tardes" and 
I look at him and
about collapse and say, that for ME, it is NOT a very good afternoon;
as a matter of fact it is a HORRIBLE afternoon. He tells me that we
can’t drive where we are (it is one of those funny streets that has
traffic in the middle and then one solitary lane next to the flow of
traffic that is apparently for large vehicles like ours. So I tell him
that I’m sorry and we’re terribly lost and trying to get to Los Pinos
and he says, "well, you need to…" and then he realises that we’re
hopeless and angel of mercy he says, "yo te llevo" and I about kissed
his feet! (He’ll take us there) So we get the grand police escort ALL
THROUGH TOWN (cause we were WAY on the WRONG side of town) and he (and
his two buddies) take us RIGHT SMACK DAB to the entrance of the RV
park. We NEVER would have been able to follow directions – it was a
weaving and a wobbling that we did through town.
So I thanked
him from the bottom of my heart and all the kids jumped out of the car
and thanked them and my folks thanked them, and they all kept saying
that it was nothing; that they are here to serve us!!!!
The kids found two local girls and the played for hours here in the park. We had to DRAG them away to go to the grocery store. They ran, they played with a GIANT water container (rolling inside it), played tag and learned some spanish. They also got incredibly dirty. I forgot how convenient it is to camp by the ocean – the kids "bathe" numerous times a day. The boys went to sleep a couple hours ago, but the girls are going strong. It is 11pm here in Tepic, and they’re just ready to hit the sack.
