There was something I really liked about Tela. It’s a little
grimy. Incredibly run-down. Somewhat sketchy. And not a lot going on. But, as
opposed to most of the places we visited in Honduras, Tela felt real. An actual Honduran town filled with
actual Honduran people enjoying the beach, families on vacation, locals selling
sliced fruit on the street and coconut bread (which, oddly, didn’t taste
anything like coconuts). It didn’t strike us as a beachfront built around
foreign tourism, with visitors being brought in by the bus (or ferry) load. Reece
and I were the only two gringos for miles. And while it was definitely more
shabby than chic, I was glad we took the time to visit.
For a tiny album of our few short days in Tela, click HERE.
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