DAY 8: PIEDRAS NEGRAS

We got to drive deeper into Piedras Negras, Mexico.

So many similarities in housing in Piedras Negras & Accra: stucco or clay or cement homes, bright colors, simple one story structures, fences – maybe more greenery in Piedras Negras but it is a smaller city – 300,000 people to almost 3 million people in Accra.

So much more colorful than cities in the u.s., and much smaller houses. No ugly barbed razors or electric wires surrounding these properties.

Most of these houses are on a main residential street in Piedras Negras – which I learned, after unsuccessfully seeking a view of a black rock, any black rock, but is an apparently huge vein of coal that comes from under the Rio Grande and out through Mexico.

Of course this coal deposit was exploited by several u.s. corporations, as well as the workers who were brought in to the country for this extremely dangerous and low-paying job from various parts of Mexico and Japan.

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