I passed over the hills of Xochimilco determined to end this trip. I had decided to reach San Francisco Tecoxpa on the longest night of the year, the 21st of December. I had been walking for 51 days now and… 34. Destination: San Francisco Tecoxpa

I descended along the freeway to the Ajusco past the wooded fringe of the great Bosque del Agua, Forest of Water on the Southwest rim of Mexico City. I crossed the bridge over the bicycle path along the old railway… 33. The Garden of Rock: Ajusco

I descended from the Cerro del Judío among the houses built upwards into the woods. Water gushed downwards through concrete culverts separating neighborhoods. Trees dangled above the grey-walled houses. I walked through the labyrinth of staircases towards the hilly forest… 32. Chance encounters: Magdalena Contreras

There is nothing so uncomfortable to walk on as a toll highway. Cars, buses and trucks rush along your left-hand side, roaring down the pit of your back. Nothing but a white line separates you from 60 meters of sterile… 31. That’s modernity: Huixquilucan

At the beginning of my trip I tried to avoid walking at night, thinking it was more dangerous. At this stage in the game I was tired, my shoulder was hurting badly, I had no way of defending myself and… 30. Nightfall: Naucalpan

The rooster is resentful, said the old man as we sat on a dusty street on the outer edge of Naucalpan, among the hills and gullies on the foothills of the Sierra Alto. He looked out over the dirt and… 29. The way of the rooster: Naucalpan

Villa Nicolás Romero in the furthest reaches of Northwest Mexico City felt like its own little city among the hills. The municipality is built up of interlocking villages amidst creeks, pastures and trees. But the central village was one of… 28. Horseshoe and burning cross: Nicolás Romero

I rounded the long fingers of the reservoir, the Presa de Guadalupe, its deep waters flooding the hillsides. The lake was ringed with villas along a wide road of smooth, well maintained asphalt. Fences and walls separated the villas from… 27. Burning torch: Nicolás Romero

I wandered through the village of Tepotzotlán crisscrossed by meandering rural roads with large, seemingly prosperous houses and shops next to them. As I turned down one later I saw a shop-sign offering to paint publicity. The rotulistas or publicity… 26. The alphabet city: Tepotzotlán

Before entering Cuautitlán I was surprised to see a little white shed with “danger” written on it in red paint in the middle of one of the pastures in front of many-storied social housing units. A pack of dogs crossed… 25. Playing with fire: Tultepec