After I left Xela, I spent the night in Antigua, Guatemala. I’ve been there before, so I was literally only there for 12 hours. Then I caught a bus to Copan, Honduras. It’s a small, cute town a short walk from the ruins. The first day I spent basically doing some work and sleeping, as I had to wake up at 4 a.m. to leave Antigua for a six-hour bus ride. The next day I went to the ruins early in the morning. Not to sound like a travel snob, but I’m definitely spoiled by the Temples of Angkor. I was mostly underwhelmed by these ruins. However, one thing that IS really, really impressive is the fact that they were built in the 400s. Wow.
I had been craving the beach, so I took a bus to Tela on the northern coast of Honduras. For some reason I thought that it was a smallish, sleep beach town. I was definitely wrong. On Sunday, the beach was cram packed with families and garbage. When I arrived into Honduras, I thought it would be a bit less conservative than Guatemala because the women were wearing strapless shirts and shorts. I was extremely surprised when I got to the beach and saw that no one was wearing bathing suits; everyone went swimming in their clothes. Noooooo! As I saw it, I had a few options: I could attract lots of unwanted attention and strip down to my bikini (no thanks, I’m not a big fan of feeling like a porn star in front of families); go swimming in my clothes (I’m from Florida, I think this would be illegal for me to do); or find an empty stretch of beach and take a quick dip. I chose the latter and managed to avoid feeling like a heathen while enjoying the beach the way I like. The town center was practically deserted after sun set. I went outside for awhile because my room was sweltering hot, and a guard, or vigilante as they’re called here, invited me to sit in a chair next to him. We chatted for a couple hours, and he told me a bit about the city, the crime, and God. I listened politely.
I wouldn’t really recommend Tela… it’s dodgy at night and I didn’t find the people to be friendly or open. The beach has a lot of garbage, but if you walk over the bridge far enough to the left, you can find a cleaner part. However, I will say that there are quite a few attractive men walking around, due to the grand mixing that goes on here with the Garifunas and other Honduran groups.
Tomorrow I’m heading out to Comayagua. I really want to find a spot to clear my head for a few days, and hopefully spend less money. The past few days I’ve been zipping around so much and paying too much for bus fares and what not. Here are a few pictures of the ruins below and one of my favorite foods in Central America, pupusas.