Ok, so I wasn’t technically held at the police station in La Guama. I went there voluntarily. See I’m honest. Right off the bat. My friend and I were a tad late catching a bus back from Comayagua and by the time we reached La Guama, we discovered that buses stop running at 6PM. This was just perfect. It was our last night in Honduras and we had no clue as to how we were going to find transportation back to our hotel by Lago de Yajoa.
My chicken bus buddy, who appeared to be an architecture, kindly offered to take us to the police station to ask for help. He slipped the guy at the front of the bus a few lempiras and asked them to drop us off at the station. He walked us over to the policeman and explained to him that we were trying to get back to our hotel. Then he left and disappeared into the darkness and my friend and I were left sitting unknowingly underneath a swarm of mosquitoes hoovering near the light bulb above us.
As my friend did most of the communicating with the police officers I was trying to prepare myself for the worst case scenario: crash at the police station till the morning and catch the first bus back to the lake. As we stood by the side of the road, the two police officers tried to flag down a car or a van for us. No luck.
None of the cars seem to be going towards the direction of our hotel. Suddenly, my chicken bus buddy appeared again. I think he came back to make sure we were okay. We were finally able to flag down an awfully nice car – leather seats, air conditioning, surround sound stereo. It was way above the average standard of living standard in Honduras. He officer asked the driver to drop us off at our hotel. Luckily for us, the driver spoke pretty decent English. My friend and I hopped into the back seat of the car and my chicken bus buddy rode in the back.
It was a really quick ride as we almost missed the sign to our hotel if it wasn’t my chicken bus buddy who pounded the back of the truck to let the driver know that we’ve arrived. I’ve never been so excited to be back at a place swarming with mud, mildew and mosquitoes. We were extremely grateful for their help and I will always remember their faces for their sincerest generosity. We waved good-bye and I, literally, skipped to the front of the gate only to discovered that it was locked.
That was just great. Just when I thought I had survived my last and final adventure in Honduras, we had another challenge to face. Determine to get back into our hotel room, I suggested that we squeeze ourselves through the gate. As my friend carefully stuck her left leg in, the gate shifted a little. I pushed and to my surprise, it swung open. We laughed at our idiocy and cheered that we didn’t have another challenge to overcome.
Until we realized that the trail to the hotel was pitch dark and I left my flashlight in the hotel room not expecting to come back this late. One thing I learned racing down Taishan in China the dark is that at night your cellphone is your best friend. My friend whipped out her cell phone and we used it as a flash light to make our way back to the hotel. Adventure complete. Wee!
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