In 2004 - 05, I made 2 trips from Palm Springs, CA to Puertocitos, MX on the Sea of Cortez. On both trips, I'd bought Mexican fishing licenses in advance. At that time, IIRC, I could find addresses of the agencies online, but had to purchase them by snail mail. Internet was still primitive at that time.
1st trip, with the little Gregor 15 ft tin boat, no problem. Found a "resort" on the beach and their kid (13 yr old) used a Wagoneer to launch me off the beach. (tides there are something like 20 ft)
2nd trip soured me. I had the much heavier 16 ft Dustbuster by then and planned on going out to Golden Reef, so brought 2 large gas tanks - 13 & 18 gal. I didn't trust Mexican Pemex gas, so filled them at home. At the border, Mexican customs cop wanted me to pull the tanks and put them off to one side. His attitude was a warning and I didn't refuse, exactly, but knew I'd never see them again, so played very dumb and fussed around and caused quite a bit of yelling until finally an officer came out to see what was going on.
He looked and listened, then said something - harshly - to the agent, and waved me on thru.
When I got to the resort, the kid looked at the heavier boat and didn't want anything to do with it. Went back to a larger, fancier place and met open hostility from the "Grandee Lady" owner, but she did take my money. Pulled over to the launch area with my new Dodge diesel with large camper and walked down to scope things out. Hmmm.....primitive and rough, but do-able.
Came back up to the truck and 2 raggedy-ass men were peering in the windows and trying the doors. When they saw me coming, they took off. I dithered a bit and with a very sour taste in my mouth turned around and went home.
From 2000 - 2008, I made annual trips down to Guerrero Ne gro at the border of Baja Norte & Sur for Whale watching in Scammon's Lagoon. Highly enjoyable and I had a good time, but when it came time for the 2003 trip, I'd only had the big Dodge for a few months. I worked in a luxury hotel at the time and Mexican guys I worked with looked at me in disbelief.
"You're not taking that truck to Mexico ?? They'll kill you for it." Several of them said it. It was a 6 speed diesel 3/4 ton, Pacific Blue - beautiful truck. Finally, they agreed it might be OK, but only if I stayed on the main highways and main streets in town. I would've loved to explore some of the coastal fishing villages, etc., but didn't dare by then. If any of you have seen my stories on F.S. forum, you'll know how I love to explore off the beaten track - that's why I had a 4WD truck.
In several places, I noticed men seeing my truck and stopping to stare and turn to follow me with their eyes. It made my hair stand on end and I "really" paid attention to the cautions I'd been given.
There were several military checkpoints each way, where heavily armed kids would climb into the camper and look around. No comments and no problems, but attitudes made me nervous.
I had no problems, but all that and the constant filth and mess finally turned me off any more trips. I haven't been since 2008 and won't go again.