"This is my life. It is my one time to be me. I want to experience every good thing" ~ Maya Angelou

Tela

Tela, Honduras! I love love love this town. The city was developed solely for the Chiquita banana workers and there families. The banana plantations eventually were moved and now what remains is this small, charming town right on the beach.

 

 

You’ll read about places to stay there. You’ll probably be directed to stay at Mango. It’s usually booked and $15/night. I stayed a few blocks down toward the field with te sheep in it. I love that that’s my directions. I think it’s called What’s up hptel or something along those lines. It’s right next to Sinai which is on google maps. The corner is Avenida 5 and calle 6. It’s $7/ night. Air conditioning. Sleigh bed. Rooftop access to tan and hang clothes. H.B.O. <-yeah. I stayed here for 9 days with a $63 bill. No hot water, but I just took a jug of water and left it on the roof and showered at 4 pm in the hotel shower with my hot water. I would buy a chicken, tortillas, veggies, a knife, and the plantains there. omg so delicious. I would just make little wraps and ate fresh veggies and fruit. Behind the hotel is a fruit stand that’s amazing, and you can walk to the stadium there too and see the wild sheep.
There is no kitchen, but if you walk down the beach to where the river meets the ocean by the locals pier, there is a bridge. Right next to the bridge is a chicken stand.

 

 

backyard of hostel

 

 

The locals loved seeing caucasian people. The kids would run up and touch my dress and run off giggling. The local kids would sell coconuts and braid my hair with their greasy chicken fingers after they ate part of my lunch. I threw my chicken scraps to the stray dogs and the kids ran to it and ate the chicken off of the ground. It broke my hert and felt like a dick for essentially throwing away perfectly good chicken. I saw this later in Nicaragua when I asked locals for the rest of their watermelon scraps for the monkeys. But the locals ate all the way to the rhine. I just never looked at food that way until I see how hungry people eat chicken and fruit.

Getting my hair braided from the local coconut vendors

My new friends would share my lunch with me everyday and practice their english while I practiced my spanish. Jennifer, front right, was such a diva. Love her.

 

 

The adults would wave and say “hi” and beam with happiness when I said “hola” back to them. Not many people spoke english there, so I’d suggest bringing a translation book, or staying toward the resorts down the beach.

This town is happy and safe and the locals love seeing tourists because there aren’t that many in their main square. Lots to explore there. Hostel Mango rents bikes for $5/day and there is a nature reserve there if you feel like exploring away from the beach.

 

 

colorful town

 

 

For internet, I’d walk to a pizza place called “Mama Mia”. They also have a room of computers with internet.

This stray was so sweet. He’d sit outside with me and I’d give him some left-over chicken. His head had a constant bobble/tick because he survived parvo. Stray problem is bad there.

 

 

 

 

 

Most days I’d walk the beach or jump off of the pier.

 

 

found a piece of coral

 

 

The local boys asked Jeffrey to play soccer with them. That was nice of them.

 

 

futbol with the locals

 

 

We’d also pick local coconuts for the ‘agua de pipa”. It’s the water from the baby coconuts.

 

 

 

I needed help though

 

team work!

 

 

Sunsets in Tela were so pretty.

 

Nice way to end a day

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