The upside: My hostel was so strange, I tried to spend as little time there as possible, and that gave me ample time to explore the city – and boy is Cadiz beautiful! The entire city is surrounded by crystal clear ocean. So I walked along the water then ran into Parque Genoves, definitely the most beautiful park I‘ve ever been to. Though the city was lovely, I couldn’t stomach another day at my hostel so I left Cadiz a day early and headed to León.
If the city of Cadiz wasn’t oozing with natural beauty, I would’ve had a terrible time. I stayed at an old and dirty hostel with a really weird vibe. The plumbing of the hostel was so old we weren’t allowed to flush toilet paper, we had to throw it in a trashcan next to the toilet. Also three of the four bathrooms consisted of a toilet, a sink, a shower head and a drain in the middle of the bathroom floor. There was no actual divider between the shower and the rest of the bathroom so we were essentially showering above the toilet and it was our responsibility to mop the entire bathroom floor after each shower. I decided to forgo the extra work and opted to shower in the fourth bathroom each day, although the shower was so small that the curtain kept on sticking to my skin. Even worse than the hostel itself were the people, including the employees and owner. They were all spacey potheads. There were about ten people staying there and six of them were guys who were helping to refurbish the hostel, although I never saw them doing any work. They spoke neither English nor Spanish so they just didn’t speak at all. I found two of the guys particularly interesting. They were chunky thirty-something year old twins with blond curly ponytails who wore matching outfits: slightly ruffled shirts with brown vests. They looked like a cross between pirates and traveling polka band members. Fortunately I did run into some familiar faces at my hostel: two Argentinian girls from my hostel in Seville happened to be traveling through Cadiz as well, which was a pleasant surprise. I didn’t bond with them as much as I did with the Aussies or the Jos in Valencia, but it was nice to have a little bit of normal company at my otherwise kooky hostel.