whatever simple pause from pain they had hoped for, they are not going to get it. the same problems somehow emerge on the water. too many passengers to maximize profit weighs the boat down to the riverbed in the low waters of dry season. they can only move when some of them get out. they barely notice the human skull sat on a log here. a pregnant woman, belle, gets a ride with us. her son also does what he can to help us keep afloat. panama's government isn't even using a spoon to try and lessen the flow of humanity to here, they just whisk them on through, increasingly overwhelmed by the numbers. we dock in the first reception point in panama. they are then moved to their next stop, the camps. the panamanian authorities were