After getting off the plane, Duke and the two girls carried their backpacks as we entered the airport customs.
Maybe because we came on a private plane, a customs officer led us into a lounge.
Then came the inspection and clearance.
I took out my passport.
The officer noticed the two thousand US dollars tucked inside the passport.
His expression was calm, and he directly let us pass, then escorted us out of the airport.
The backpacks were not scanned, and all the weapons smoothly entered Cucuta.
We rented a Chevrolet SUV and drove to the Tanzande Port, where Ella's uncle was. It was an inland river port city.
Ella drove the car, while Duke and I sat in the back.
Along the way, I saw another side of this world.
Chaos, slaughter, and disorder.
On the dirt jungle road, we occasionally heard gunfire around us.
