What’s in the bag, Mister?

Location: Mereda, Yucatan

Today I attempted to open a bank account in the Yucatan.

It turns out that this can be a rather complicated process. They won’t just accept my money, there are some new regulations, and they needed to check my documents at some special office before I can open an account.

I was told to hold on to my money and come back in a few days.

So here I am walking around with 100,000 pesos (about $5,500 in US, over twice the average annual wage for the area) in my shoulder bag.

Walking around finishing my shopping, going to restaurants, and strolling down the streets in a foreign city, doing my best to look like your ordinary old gringo with not much in his pockets.

What’s in the bag?

Just some sentimental old papers.