The only aspect of my life that is likely to garner a mention in Ripley’s Believe it or Not is my relationship with earthquakes.
It’s too early to buy a ticket or get off the tracks, but that proverbial light at the end of the tunnel may indeed be an oncoming train.
In countless countries people are chafing at the misery, inconveniences and prohibitions of coping with a pandemic. But they’re nothing new.
Each year Mexico rolls the dice and makes a huge options bet on the future direction of oil prices. It’s called the “Hacienda Hedge” or the “Pemex Hedge.”
The last sovereign debt crisis appeared in 1994, 26 years ago, and the one before that in 1980, 40 years ago. The next one will occur any time now.
Perhaps, like Christmas ornaments, they could be made in Michoacán, one of Mexico’s most violence-plagued and dangerous states.
The spectacularly beautiful and extraordinarily valuable piano poses regally but totally incognito in a hotel lobby.
A language issue at least muddies the waters, given the apparent lack of English, Portuguese and French-speaking immigration officials.
More observations on highway travel through Mexico in the second of a series recollecting cannonball runs in Toyotas from the US border to Guatemala.
Notes from five runs in five different Toyotas from the Mexico-US border to Guatemala: 6,000 miles, hundreds of speed bumps and plenty of fun.
A visit confirms rumors that the border hamlet is the new bulge in the border balloon, an unguarded gateway between Guatemala and Mexico.
When Washington scolds or threatens Mexico for its failure to halt illegal migrants, it chooses the wrong target. The target should be Guatemala.