Behind the story: Reporting on Venezuela exodus hits home

January 16, 2020 0 By JohnValbyNation

The shoulder of the highway from the Venezuelan border to the Colombian city of Bucaramanga is littered with empty tuna cans, broken shoes and plastic bottles.

Hundreds of Venezuelans flee into Colombia each day to start this 125-mile journey on foot. They’re known as the caminantes, or walkers, and they are the latest wave in an exodus that is only growing as their country’s economic crisis deepens.

Because I have family in Venezuela, the crisis is personal. In 2018, two of my cousins spent four days on buses, carrying little more than some clothes and bread to start over in Peru. In WhatsApp messages, they described looking out the bus window and seeing others trudging along the side of the road.

I wanted to know more about that journey, what the travelers were thinking and feeling in real time. The only way would be to walk with them — not for an hour or a day, but for the first segment of what for many would be a much longer trip. So photographer Marcus Yam and I flew to Colombia.

When most travelers reach the fork at Bucaramanga, they head west toward Medellín and Cali, or south toward the capital, Bogotá.

Marcus and I walked with the migrants for the majority of the trip, but unlike most of them, we slept in hostels and ate at least one full meal a day.

We had hired a driver to stay near us — but just out of sight — in case we ran into trouble or had to double back or leapfrog ahead to interview certain people. That felt wrong when so many around us were struggling to cover the distance on foot and could have used a ride.

But we were there to cover the story, not to be part of it. Still, there were constant temptations to break out of our roles as mere observers, and we did so on a few occasions.

One of those came on the third day of walking, when we came across dozens of migrants waiting in the rain for the Red Cross to distribute food and clothes. It was there I met 16-year-old Josue Moreno.

Josue shivered in a polo shirt and jeans. He and a friend shared a thin gray hoodie, trading off wearing it every few hours.

Red Cross workers required that everyone hand over an ID as a placeholder in line, saying that it prevented people from doubling up on donations. But Josue’s wallet had been stolen back at the border, so he’d been turned away.


Seated between dozens of other Venezuelans, Valentina Durán, center, holds month-old son Samuel at a Red Cross station just south of Cúcuta, Colombia. Each day an estimated 5,000 people flee Venezuela.  

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Johan Gonzalez, left, Doris Maralejo and Erik Corniel walk barefoot just south of Cúcuta, Colombia, in order to preserve their sandals for rougher and colder terrain ahead. 

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Delimar Fonseca, 18, rests with family and friends on the side of Route 55 near Jimenez, Colombia. 

(Marcus Yam / Los Angeles Times)


Venezuelan migrants start their day before sunrise in Pamplona, Colombia.  

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Gustavo Rodriguez, center, and friend Jose Toro, left, try to keep warm while waiting to enter a shelter for Venezuelan migrants in Pamplona, Colombia.  

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Venezuelans cross the border from San Antonio del Táchira into Colombia through illegal paths near the Simón Bolívar International Bridge. 

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Venezuelan migrants disembark from a truck after getting a ride through the Colombian countryside.  

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A Venezuelan man stuffs his shoes with makeshift socks made of strips of emergency blankets after leaving a shelter in Pamplona, Colombia.  

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A volunteer documents the names of migrants passing through a shelter. 

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Nevrimar Barreto, top right, holds son Yhoimer Alvarez, 1, as they take refuge in a room set aside for Venezuelan mothers at Martha Duque’s home turned migrant shelter. 

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Joel Samora, 40, left, and Elieser Galarraga, 28, splash in a river near a campground shelter for Venezuelan migrants in Bochalema, Colombia.  

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Migrants refill their bottles with discolored water from a tap outside a home.  

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Diego Ramirez, 32, pushes daughter Dierliany Naomi Ramirez, 3, on a broken stroller in Pamplona, Colombia. 

(Marcus Yam / Los Angeles Times)


Rudimar Alvarez, 19, comforts son Jhorman Perez, 1, as her husband, Johan Perez, 25, looks on after spending a cold night sleeping outside a storefront in La Laguna, Colombia. 

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Ramon Cohil, 33, stretches his legs and airs out his feet, which are covered in blisters, near La Laguna, Colombia. 

(Marcus Yam / Los Angeles Times)


Venezuelan migrants hitch rides across a freezing plateau. 

(Marcus Yam / Los Angeles Times)


Venezuelan migrants walk through rain across a freezing plateau. 

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Nahomy Perdomo, 26, left, Liliana Mendoza, 46, center, and fellow Venezuelan migrants struggle to stay awake inside a cargo truck with little fresh air. 

(Marcus Yam / Los Angeles Times)


Venezuelan migrants walk through rain and cold. 

(Marcus Yam / Los Angeles Times)


After passing through Páramo de Berlín, the most dangerous part of the Andes, migrants make a slow descent toward Bucaramanga, Colombia. 

(Marcus Yam / Los Angeles Times)


Pablo Emilio Pabon, 54, prays with migrants who stop for a hot meal and rest near Bucaramanga, Colombia.  

(Marcus Yam / Los Angeles Times)


Migrants recharge their phones. 

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Juan Gelvis, 38, after disembarking from a truck that transported him and other migrants across a freezing Colombian plateau. 

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Venezuelans rest at a park in Bucaramanga, Colombia.  

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Jason Figeroa hugs wife Herminda Flores, who is six months pregnant, after finishing a journey on foot to Bucaramanga, Colombia. 

(Marcus Yam / Los Angeles Times)

I approached one of the Red Cross officials and asked why exceptions weren’t made for people like Josue. Many travelers had similar stories of being robbed.

The worker considered it, then added Josue to the cue. He received his first meal in more than a day and a fleece blanket.

Another time was on our last day of walking when we met a truck driver who charged migrants 1,000 pesos, about 30 cents, for an hour-and-a-half ride across the feared Páramo de Berlín — a plateau 10,500 feet above sea level where freezing temperatures are common.

Most people pooled their money and climbed into the back. Yosmary Aular and her 13-year-old son and niece were the last ones left. She pleaded with the driver, wiping away tears as she explained that she had no money and was afraid to be stuck again overnight in the cold.

The driver refused. As he got ready to close the truck bed, he told Marcus and me to hop in. We hesitated and then looked at each other in silent agreement. I told the driver we would give up our spots for Yosmary and the children.

“All right,” he relented. “Everyone get in.”

In the months since that trip, I’ve kept in touch with many of the people I met.

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Leidy Paredes stayed near Bucaramanga and found work at a restaurant.

As of a few weeks ago, Ana María Fonseca Pérez was at a Colombian town near the border with Ecuador. She’s still hoping to reunite with her son in Peru.

And Yosmary made it to Quevedo, a town in central Ecuador. She has struggled to find work and is desperately homesick.

“Here in Ecuador, the situation is also tough,” she told me. “Life isn’t easy.”

We don’t know what happened to so many of the other people we met on the long walk.