Year of the Swine: My Border Adventure

On a scorching day in May 2009 I board a bus in Granada, Nicaragua. I stand in a dusty, muddy lot on the outskirts of town. It was the Year of the Swine…
Granada, Nicaragua
“What time does this bus leave?” I asked impatiently, the oppressive sun beating down on me.
“As soon as it’s full,” the driver replies, unreassuringly.