We sat in the hot springs, and caught snatches of conversation and laughter over the noise of the Rio Grande rushing by. I eased over the foundation into the cold water. I could easily have swum to Mexico. Nobody would care. The next day I asked about the lack of border control in this area and was told that it simply wasn't necessary.
Nobody can walk that far.
I went to Mexico without even showing my driver's license. A small boat took me to Boquillas, where I hired a burro to take me into town. I think I could have walked faster, but it seemed more appropriate to ride a burro. She is not like the burrito you eat. This was about all the English he could speak.