Missed the Last Bus... Again
The six of us scampered down Volcan Tacana on Monday with not many cares in the world. We’d made it to the summit of the 2nd highest peak in Central America without any serious rain, had enjoyed a sunrise stretching out over Mexico and Guatemala, and now we were heading back to civilization with lighter packs and fuller hearts. Sunrise from the summit of Tacana We enjoyed the sunshine and the views of the valley stretching out below us. We passed purple, white, and red flowers tucked into the undergrowth. We remarked on how green everything was, and we loved the way the mist made everything seem more mysterious. We took our time, taking multiple breaks and walking at a leisurely pace. At 12:45, we stopped for a snack break and ate trail mix and gummy candies. While we were relaxing, I mentioned something about how I’d overheard our guide, Cesar, say that the last bus from the town we were headed for left at 1:00pm. ...