We used to go to Mexico every year for two or three weeks. We would fly into Puerto Vallarta, rent a car, and drive up to Sayulita and stay. We would drive all over the place. A friend of mine used to come down with us and he ended up buying property down there and building a house up on a mountain side overlooking the ocean. Everything was really nice. Lots of Canadians and Americans wintering down there.
So the winter of 2010 we were down there, and a bus full of tourists on a tour got pulled over by bandits posing as police, and they robbed everyone in the bus. We thought that was just incredible. We had always felt really safe, but that put a bit of nervousness into the stay.
That summer my friend who was building a house down there wanted me to go with him in a truck, pulling a trailer full of furniture, a wind turbine, and some solar panels that he wanted to install. I said that I would. But some other friends of mine, who are US citizens, but are from that part of Mexico, drove down on their annual trip to see relatives. They were convoying in two vehicles, one being a Hummer and the other a new Ford F150, and a couple hundred miles South of the border, two trucks tried to force them off the road, and actually rammed them. They got away, but one of them decided to leave his Hummer down there and fly home. The other drove, but he said he never did feel safe all the way home. These are Mexicans.
So I backed out of the trip, which made my friend a little upset with me. So he didn't drive down, but he did end up flying down for the purpose of buying furniture for his new house. He also took his daughter and his daughter-in-law with him. The first day that they got there, on the way up the dirt road to his new house, he had to slow down where the rain had washed out part of the road. Two bandits with shotguns jumped out and robbed him, his daughter, and his daughter-in-law of their money and jewelry.
Anyway, after that I decided that maybe I needed to spend my time somewhere else. You know, I always felt safe there, and I laughed at people who said otherwise, but that is just too much for me. Like my friend said, it was always so safe, until I had a shotgun stuck up against my head, then it wasn't safe anymore. His house is for sale by the way.