In 1974 I was a young right-seater with a commuter airline. Still on reserve, I drew a charter flight to Ciudad Victoria carrying a boat-load of physicians on a fishing/dove trip. It was my first time ever as a pilot in Mexico. When it came time to return, the weather was so foggy in Reynosa (our exit clearing point) we couldn't land there, and my captain, Gordon "Flash" Roberts was so inexperienced in Mexico himself, that we took the Ciudad Victoria Airport Commandante's advice to simply re-route over to Monterrey, where we could exit by turning in all the airplane/passenger's paperwork. (Cd. Victoria was not an Int'l airport and couldn't accept the papers.) So off to Monterey to clear/exit "Aduano" (Customs) and then it would be direct to DFW which was our point of origin.
When we landed in Monterrey (having shot the last Radio-Range approach in World-wide existence) we cleared Customs, paid off the flight dispatchers ("Mordido" or payola was req'd if you wanted your flight plans actually filed so that U.S. ATC would really know you were coming) and were re-boarding our passengers when a little man in khaki pants, an unpressed white shirt and brown shoes came up accompanied by a large, unshaven, mustachioed, cigar-chomper wearing a faded green uniform and a Colt 1911 look-alike in a dry-rotted holster. He looked like he belonged in a Mel Brooks movie. "Flash" suddenly looked like he belonged in jail.
"Senor's. The Commandante wishes to see you."
My high-school Spanish wasn't sufficient to understand what the commandante was saying as he slouched behind a table with peeling paint. I went out into the terminal and found a Mexicana pilot who came to translate for us. It seems our new friend had never heard of our airline and wasn't sure if we had proper authority to be in Mexico and wasn't sure if we had Monterrey on our list of approved airports of operation. Since we had already turned in our paperwork to Aduano, and they'd promptly disappeared, we couldn't display any entry paperwork.
It turns out that we would be required to post a $2,000 bond until we could produce the documents from our home office that proved we were "authorized" to be in Mexico and at Monterrey. Upon further questioning through the Mexicana pilot, it was explained that the bond was a surety against any "violations" we may have committed while in Mexico. As soon as our company produced the operations approvals for Mexico the bond would be returned, of course.
Well, Flash and I didn't have that kind of cash on us, and the commandante could only accept cash, unless we had someone to vouch for us such as "...un Abrogado?" (lawyer) So we had to solicit our passengers, who pooled their pockets and came up with it. (Hmmmn. With a little homework, some gullible passengers, and prior arrangements with a friendly commandante.......

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Anyway, we ponied up, and left. The company repaid the pax upon arrival at DFW. A little over TWO MONTHS LATER Flash and I rec'd a long document on thin onion-skin paper, typed with what appeared to be a 1930's typewriter, all in Spanish of course, and embossed all over it with obsure Mexican-Eagle rubber stamps and seals. The local junior college Spanish professor translated it for us.
It seems that although the airline did indeed have proper authority for Mexico operations, and although Monterrey was an approved alternate for our operations, that Flash and I had violated Mexican air regulation numbers, 100.1, 110.7, 126.0, 126.7, and 185. These violations carry serious fines totalling ................$2,000 exactly. We may appear within 14 days of the offenses to contest the penalties or lodge our objections. Provided that we do not repeat the violations within 60 days of the first offense (already passed of course), then there will be no further action taken and the records of the violations will be expunged. Gracias. Bienvenidos, Serio. Arturo Bendicto Santa Maria Solitario, Commandante, Aeropuerto Internacionale de Monterrey.
(In other words, After four weeks ago there will be no record of this transaction.)
