Do you guys remember that magical button system that Mexican airports were employing? You press a button, if you get a green light - you're free to go, if you get red - then too bad for you, chica.
Well, i just got searched in Cancun because i was unlucky enough to get a red light. In reality, "got searched" sounds awfully serious, it was more like a flirt-session, because the Mexican guard was charming the hell out of me rather than properly searching my bags.
Or maybe he's just so good at his job that only by looking at it he can sense the lack of drugs and Cuban immigrants in my luggage.
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