"The unheard voices are often the ones with the most to say."
A desperate young girl seeks her fortune in the world. A steady and stolid country man discovers a new life away from his family. A brilliant mind fights to succeed. A person loses his faith.
"Illegal" captures the terrible beauty of those struggling without the voice needed to change their circumstance. Innocence, hope, determination, as well as the darker side of what the author has seen while living in Latin America becomes reality across the intricately woven chapters. A tapestry of stories sharing tales of the unheard and an ending that seeks to change the world......
I’m Joey Shonka, a wanderer who traded lab coats for dusty trails and a biochemist’s precision for the wild pulse of the unknown. My life’s work? Chasing horizons—whether it’s the jagged spine of the Andes or the quiet truths hidden in a single step. Born with an itch for discovery, I’ve always been more at home in the dirt than in a desk chair.
As a biochemist, I studied life’s smallest miracles—elusive protein molecules—until the call of the open trail grew louder. So I became a long-distance hiker, conquering North America’s Triple Crown of Hiking (Appalachian, Pacific Crest, Continental Divide) and logging over 10,000 miles under my boots. But my greatest adventure was yet to come.
On a Nicaraguan beach beneath a sloth’s troubled gaze, I made a vow: to forge the first continuous hiking route through South America’s Andes, from Patagonia’s windswept fjords to Colombia’s Caribbean coast.
Three years, six countries, and thousands of untamed miles later, The Shonka Route was born—along with my memoir, The Caminante. It’s not just a story of peaks and perils; it’s a testament to what happens when you dare to walk your own path, no matter how daunting.
Through my Shonka Route Memoirs series, I invite you to join me—on Andean ridges, in vibrant village markets, through storms and solitude. And my other books (Darkness in the Light, An American Nomad, A Strong West Wind, and The Caminante) aren’t just about miles; they’re about the moments that remake us. The meals shared with strangers under starlight. The songs that linger long after the fire dies. The stubborn spark that says, “Keep going.”