La Capitanía de Puerto

At the bottom of this MegaNoticias article https://www.meganoticias.mx/ixtapa-zihuatanejo/noticia/no-hay-quien-regule-actividad-maritima-capitana-salio-de-vacaciones/294704 is the following statement:

"He regretted that without prior consultation, the beach regulations changed that tourists can now enter with an umbrella, chairs and there is confusion due to the entry of the coolers."

Can we now take our chairs and umbrellas and lunch to the beach????

I'm going to say that you've always been able to. The person in the article complaining is one of the restaurant owners in Las Gatas who has been benefitting from the absurd rules, same as all the other beachfront restaurant owners at Las Gatas and La Ropa, rules that obviously never had anything to do with health and everything to do with political favors.

Regarding the Capitanía de Puerto, I went seeking info about the arrivals of cruise ships, something I've done every year, often being sent the info without even having to ask for it, but this time since the change to a military-controlled Capitanía, I was reminded of what sucks about the military: rank and redundancy and the Peter Principle. So the Capitanía wasn't there when I went, but an underling seated at a desk had a lesser-ranking underling speak to me through the tiny hole in the window there and relay the message. So he would ask: "¿Qué quiere?" and she would repeat to me "¿Qué quiere usted?" and I said "Una lista del arribo de cruceros" and she would repeat as if he didn't hear me "Una lista del arribo de cruceros" and he said "¿Para qué?" and she would repeat "¿Para qué?" and it was all I could do not to burst out laughing and maintain a semi-straight face. So it turned out they couldn't give me that info. WTF? Did I look like a subversive, a guerrilla or a terrorist? So I explained who I was (including dropping some family names because that's how we do things here), what I did and why I wanted it, all which had to be repeated twice like some kind of weird comedy from Mad Magazine in the Twilight Zone on Saturday Night Live. They said I would have to make an appointment with the Capitanía who wasn't available at the moment. Still struggling to maintain a straight face I went along with the dog and pony show and made the appointment for a few days later. So when I come back, the Capitanía wasn't there for the appointment. At that point I made no effort to hide my disdain for the absurd caricature that the office had become of its former self, and when asked if I would like to make another appointment I simply said I'll find the data I need on my own and walked out. And now, during our port's busiest time of year when the Capitanía is supposed to be monitoring activity along the coast and in the bay, she's on vacation with no alternate to replace her. If I were her superior I'd demote and reassign her and keelhaul the entire office structure at the Capitanía because it is woefully inadequate at doing its job. The military was assigned the post from the Secretaria de Comunicaciones y Transporte: Dirección de Puertos for security reasons. What a joke! I had expected an improvement from the civilian authority but things have obviously gotten much worse.