Before long the ferrymen who pilot a flotilla of shoddy pontoons developed of boards lashed to extremely huge inward tire tubes, start their endless exchange of moving foods grown from the ground, development hardware, boxes of brew and alcohol, bikes and bikes, however most importantly – individuals.
\his is where huge number of transients going to the US start what they desire to be the last leg of their frequently incredible excursions toward the northern boundary with the US.
1600 miles through Mexico is all that isolates them from their fantasies of another life.
Among the travelers we go over is 14-year-old Edgar Fonseca Cepeda.
He is totally all alone; an unaccompanied minor traveler.
Edgar headed out from Venezuela to Colombia where his grandma, who had been really focusing on him, kicked the bucket.
Both mum and child began crying, and his mum continued to say how sorry she was that he was doing this excursion alone.
The other day, Edgar had made sense to her that he, along with one more gathering of transients, had been seized by a pack—he was just delivered in the wake of giving more than $75 mixed together by individual explorers.
“We chose to come here by walking, which is a gamble, and all things considered, before Tapachula, not long before we arrived, we had previously strolled around six kilometers, we were come by a couple of bikers,” he clarified for me.
