Love your comment, fousley... my sentiments exactly!
When we had our raft repacked in Ensenada quite a few years ago, the Bomberos (firefighters who ran the place) insisted we not only see the raft inflate when they checked it out, but invited us to bring all the old flares down to the beach to set them off so we knew how they operated as well.
They also invited their families, we brought the food
and cervases, and made a party out of it. God knows what the fishermen anchored nearby thought was going on with not only multi-colored flares but parachutes and orange smoke bombs going off up and down the beach. The Ensenada police showed up and joined the party knocking back a few modelos even though they were apparently on duty. These were the more relaxed days of northern Mexico
and the further south you went the more relaxed and friendly folks were. No one knew what politically correct was and no one cared as long as you hable'd a bit of espanol. God, I miss the 70's!!! Capt Phil