“Report to migration,” says a rusty sign shrouded by leafy vines hanging on the gate outside the Nicaraguan migration and customs office. But instead of passing through the gate, a steady flow of migrants hang a left , down a short path to Honduras.
There, a fleet of moto-taxis file in and out of an open field, shuttling new arrivals to the center of Trojes, where the formerly quiet streets are now bustling with so many migrants that the scene rivals ones that are customary in the border towns of Mexico.
