After we finally completed our diving course, we headed for the mainland. It was raining and windy, and the ferry tossed and rolled on the hour-long trip so often that I got a little seasick. (It was such a shame that I was seasick and therefore not able to enjoy the inexplicable showing of Bring It On — in English, with no subtitles.)
We got to La Ceiba, and, as the guidebooks promised, that city is nothing to look at. We briefly considered doing some white water rafting in the rain, but finally decided to just move on to Tela. We got to the (crazy, disorganized) bus stop just as the bus was leaving, so we boarded and made our way to Tela.
We were initially delighted with Tela. It was a much more attractive city than La Ceiba, and it wasn’t almost completely all tourists, as Roatan had been. After we spent a bit of time there, however, we were considerably less charmed. There are supposed to be some great national parks around Tela, but we couldn’t find anyone to take us there. All three of the tourism companies in town said they needed four, six, or eight people in order to make the trip … and the only ones who were in town looking for things like this were us two. They all took our hotel name and promised to call if they got more tourists, but it was obvious just from walking around town that we were the only tourists in Tela.
We decided to visit the botanical gardens, which was one thing that we could do on our own. It was lovely, as the pictures below indicate, but … underwhelming.
We decided to leave Tela the next morning and head for destinations yet undecided.
Stay tuned for more trip recaps, and check out the pictures on Flickr.