Chapter 3

Cádiz. Underneath the dusty skin of the beautiful city, enchanting music pulses through its veins. There are eight kilometres of beach where, under the relentless afternoon sun, skin damage can be easily acquired. I recline in a hammock on the rooftop terrace of hostel Casa Caracol, the Snail’s Home. The faded charms of the travellers’ haven reflect those [...]

Malaga. Two weeks ago the city didn’t want to let me to go and today, when I returned to gather the rest of my belongings, seemed like it didn’t want me to get any further than the front door of the bus station. I walked into a suffocating hot wall of the summer that had [...]