Welcome to the Island of the Dolls. It’s the B-side, the dark and gloomy flank of multicolor Xochimilco, Mexico.
Children deliver roadside assistance on Peru's steep mountain paths, bringing car parts, helping to push a vehicle or conducting rescue operations in exchange for a few coins.
As a Superman-for-hire, Mr. Chávez averages US $160 per month- just enough for food and shelter in Peru’s capital.
“Remember, little girl, I’m like the thorn tree that flowers on the plain. I waft my scent to passers-by and prick he who shakes me."
Usually given the names of women, these ungainly buses are baptized by village priests with a few drops of holy water.
This is no political rally, no carnival nor religious pilgrimage. This rumbling caravan of cars, bikes and people is a funeral.