Source: Mexico News Daily
I went to the south of Mexico to meet migrants and cover their struggles on their northward journeys, but I never envisioned I’d become one.
Traveling back from a town to Tapachula, Chiapas, on October 3, the minibus I was in was stopped by immigration officials at a checkpoint. I soon realized the highway was littered with such checkpoints, stationed with heavily armed soldiers.
An immigration official asked to see my passport. I didn’t have it, but offered a UK driving license. Insufficient.