My Friends,
I am still in Cadiz. It is a beautiful city with fantastic beaches and the people at my hostel are friendly so I am enjoying myself. I will be looking to exit the city soon however; either by flying out to Munich on Friday or leaving with some new Dutch friends for Gibraltar before then. But for now, I wait. Living at this hostel is cheap (10 Euros per night to sleep on the terrace) so I can justify staying here with my budget, but the little things are getting to me, perhaps a sign that I need to hit the road again soon.
Like many hostels, this one has areas which close around midnight; the terrace patio closes so that the people sleeping in hammocks on the roof can go to bed, and the kitchen and lounge close so that the neighbours are not disturbed by excess noise. The problem is then that no place is left to share the company of friends after a certain time. We found this out the hard way last night when one of the hostel employees told us to basically pack up our shit and get out. When I asked where paying patrons of the hostel were supposed top go to hang out, he suggested to come go to the beach or come to the bar.
I have been to enough hostels to know that this is some old bullshit. Not everyone wants to go to the bar and if someone doesn't want to go to the beach, what option are they left with? Perhaps I am being too picky and perhaps I should also have read the fine print when I checked in. I had entertained the idea of checking out this morning and searching for accommodation elsewhere but I realised that I had grown comfortable here and chummy with my fellow guests, whom I had also made travel plans with. Checking out now would throw a wrench in these plans. So for better or worse I have decided to stay put with the knowledge that party-time ends at midnight. Somehow I will manage.
Stay Thirsty
I am still in Cadiz. It is a beautiful city with fantastic beaches and the people at my hostel are friendly so I am enjoying myself. I will be looking to exit the city soon however; either by flying out to Munich on Friday or leaving with some new Dutch friends for Gibraltar before then. But for now, I wait. Living at this hostel is cheap (10 Euros per night to sleep on the terrace) so I can justify staying here with my budget, but the little things are getting to me, perhaps a sign that I need to hit the road again soon.
Like many hostels, this one has areas which close around midnight; the terrace patio closes so that the people sleeping in hammocks on the roof can go to bed, and the kitchen and lounge close so that the neighbours are not disturbed by excess noise. The problem is then that no place is left to share the company of friends after a certain time. We found this out the hard way last night when one of the hostel employees told us to basically pack up our shit and get out. When I asked where paying patrons of the hostel were supposed top go to hang out, he suggested to come go to the beach or come to the bar.
I have been to enough hostels to know that this is some old bullshit. Not everyone wants to go to the bar and if someone doesn't want to go to the beach, what option are they left with? Perhaps I am being too picky and perhaps I should also have read the fine print when I checked in. I had entertained the idea of checking out this morning and searching for accommodation elsewhere but I realised that I had grown comfortable here and chummy with my fellow guests, whom I had also made travel plans with. Checking out now would throw a wrench in these plans. So for better or worse I have decided to stay put with the knowledge that party-time ends at midnight. Somehow I will manage.
Stay Thirsty
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