We were camped in Huatabampito one year and upon pulling onto the beach (campground was directly on the beach) I noticed the soft sand. The encargante simply told me not to mind - just go ahead. Of course we got stuck - 9K pounds of van + 10K pound of hitched trailer. I unhitched the trailer and we spent the night stuck as I wasn't going to mess with it that night. The next day the kids scoured all the bluffs and nearby homes for flat rocks and bricks and we built ourselves a little road. Once the encargante arrived he offered help also, but he was alone and had laundry to do (and the water pressure was such that water trickled out - literally, by gota!). He would stick about 10 hoses into his washer to get it filled up. Anyway, I scoped out the road (because I had to do it with the trailer) and there was no straight exit. I had to pull a U-turn and this was not easy when you're 17 meters long. So, we built our little road, I hoped I'd built it well enough to handle the curve and I had about 20 Zantac and then shredded out of there. I'd never zipped the trailer around anything so fast and while I didn't want to tip it over, I certainly didn't want to get stuck again. It was an experience.
Later that trip (we stayed at Huatabampito for 3 weeks) one late weekend day a lovely lady and her macho driver got their 4x4 (YES!) stuck in the VERY soft sand (further away from our stick).
From our blog that day, "I’m seriously considering the Mexican version of getting stuck in the sand. First, bury the back axle. Have such ultimate faith in your 4×4 Dodge diesel (purred like a little kitten, that Dodge Cummings) that you gun the thing, your pretty little accomplice next to you, continuing to spin the wheels and completely bury the axles. Get out laughing your ass off, a can of Tecate in hand. Head into the restaurant and leave the arrangements to the waiter, who calls one friend with a 4×4 pickup (about 1/2 the size of the stuck vehicle) and procedes to stop just short of burying his axle, but now both trucks are chained together; nose to nose. Back to the restaurant with you, laughing, snogging it up with the pretty damsel, food, sunset approaching and more beer; who me? Worry? Waiter brings in his heavy duty enforcements. A guy on a bicycle and later, a gasser 4×4. This one is just as new and big as the original stuck one. They get out shovels and work on unburying the first truck. They disconnect the 2nd truck and chain the back of the first to the front of the 3rd. Now dinner is over, so you come out to watch. Finally, they’re ready and they drag you, like a little doll truck out of the deep deep sand to relative safety. The little truck is able to escape on his own. Everyone is laughing, and clapping each other on the back and enjoying themselves. They drive off and you hand over a bill to the guy on the bicycle (the truck pimp?) and almost get yourself stuck again leaving the restaurant."