A day in the life of a migrant caravan in Mexico

Just past 4 am, under a star-streaked sky, the Central American migrants shouldered their bags and picked over broken sidewalks, - first as a trickle, then as a flood - to the edge of the Mexican town. (Source: Reuters)

Glenda Escobar, 33, a migrant from Honduras, part of a caravan of thousands from Central America en route to the United States, kneaded her shin. Agile and slight, she used to exercise regularly back home in the crime-wracked city of San Pedro Sula. (Source: Reuters)

But even the hardiest would have struggled to cover about 30 miles every day since she joined the caravan on Oct. 14. (Source: Reuters)

If she and her boys were lucky, a passing car or minivan would give them a ride before the sun turned the day from sticky warm to sticky hot.(Source: Reuters)

Soon the boys watched wide-eyed as dozens, mainly young men, sprinted for the backs of slowing trucks and jumped aboard - an impossible feat for a mother with two small children. (Source: Reuters)

At least they had found shelter from the night’s downpour that soaked hundreds who slept on the sidewalks. (Source: Reuters)

Honduran boys Adonai, 5, and Denzel, 8, set off from Mapastepec still fogged with sleep. Their mother, Glenda Escobar, 33, clutched her youngest’s hand. Her friend, Maria, held onto Denzel’s T-shirt.(Source: Reuters)

Escobar's ultimate destination: Los Angeles, a city where she knows no one. “It’s because in my dreams, God told me that’s where he’s sending me,” she said. (Source: Reuters)