On Honeymoon in Mexico, staying with relatives. I wake up, dress, stroll outside into the sunshine. . . and quickly run back inside. "Tio, I've just seen what looked like an ogre wearing shorts, riding a bicycle. What the hell was that!" My uncle just smiled and said: "You're right to be scared - that's one of our local policemen. If your house is burgled never call them, they'll take whatever's left. He's probably here because the maids get paid this time of the month. When they take their wages back to their families, the police try to rape them and steal the money. That's Mexico city."
Mexico 1. 1983