Before coming home to NYC, I was stuck at a police station in Honduras, the city’s airport blacked out and I almost missed my connecting flight in Miami.
I thought that being held at La Guama’s police station the night before my flight would be the last hurdle I had to over come before landing on American soil. I was wrong. I woke up bright and early the following morning to catch the chicken bus to San Pedro Sula.
It was cramped, crowded, fly infested and extremely hard to keep my mouth shut as the bus bounced and swerved on the highway. I’m pretty sure I had a few flies for breakfast. When I got off the bus at San Pedro Sula an hour and half hour later, my behind was still vibrating.