Don’t miss the last bus from La Guama to Lago de Yajoa or you might have to spend the night at the police station if you can’t find a ride back.


Ok, so I wasn’t technically held at the police station in La Guama. I went there voluntarily. I was a tad late catching the bus back from Comayagua. By the time I reached La Guama, I discovered that the buses stop running at 6PM. It was my last night in Honduras and I had no clue how I was going to find my way back to my hotel in Lago de Yajoa.

The guy next to me, who appeared to be an architecture, offered to take my friend and I to the police station for help. He slipped the bus driver a few lempiras and asked him to drop us off at the police station.

He walked us over to the policeman and explained that we were trying to get back to our hotel. Then, he walked away and disappeared into the darkness. My friend and I were left sitting underneath a swarm of mosquitoes hovering 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 for us. Suddenly, the guy from the bus appeared again. I think he came back to make sure we were okay.

Eventually, we were finally able to flag down a car – leather seats, air conditioning, surround sound stereo. It was way above the average standard of living in Honduras. The 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 while the guy from the bus rode in the back. It was so dark we almost missed the sign to our hotel. Luckily, the guy from the bus kept an eye out and let the driver know when were near the hotel. I had never been so excited to be back at a place swarming with mud, mildew and mosquitoes.

We were extremely grateful for their help. If it wasn’t for them, we’d have to spend the night at the police station. We waved good-bye and I, literally, happily skipped to the front of the gate only to discovered that it was locked. Just when I thought we had survived my last and final adventure in Honduras, we had another challenge to face.

Determined 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 to overcome another challenge. But then we realized that the trail to the hotel was pitch dark and I left my flashlight in the hotel room since I didn’t expect to come back so late.

One thing I learned racing down Taishan is that my cell phone is my best friend in the dark. So we whipped out our phones and used it to guide us back safely to our hotel. Adventure complete!

Monica reflects on her travels by sharing her thoughts on A Cup of Moca. She writes about her journey as she experiences the destination to encourage others to marinate in the moment instead of just checking things off a bucket list.