Entering Mexico was sort of like entering a worm hole or something. What a difference a few hundred yards makes. This is revealed in so many ways. I mentioned the crazy drivers, right? Since the speed limit was very low, on some roads 35 kmph you could often be passed by someone on the left or right in the invisible lanes. There are no such things as parking spaces. You’ll find cars parked at all kinds of angles as not one seems to care about anyone but themselves. It’s like Lord of the Flies or something. The main roads are paved, but often with huge ruts in them. Side streets might be paved, and might not.
I’m not sure why we worried about safety. It’s a police state. You have the city police everywhere. The federal police are also on the streets. And the state police come through the area. We saw a few impromptu checkpoints on the way to the church. They said they were looking for drunk drivers, but at really strange times. Either way, it is disconcerting to see police with automatic weapons asking you to stop.