When we crossed the border from the USA to Mexico, those first two days driving through the dangerous north of Mexico were tense. We drove through chaotic and poor areas, military posts, deserted highways with just one suspicious car close to us, and a barricade we had to get through, in the middle of the highway. The photos I do have from these days are snapshots of short videos I hardly dared to make in case people would see me filming. The barricade was by the people of a village and they wouldn’t let through any truck, just personal vehicles, but only if you payed them something. Several toll ports were also occupied by villagers, blocking them until you’d pay to them instead of the official toll agency (that wasn’t there, of course). Intriguing... I feel sorry I was semi-unconscious most of the time because of the sinusitis I had.