Since last June, I’ve stayed in a crap load of hostels. Hostels in cities, jungles, villages. Some with single beds, double beds, or even 16 bed dorms. Some with great Wi-Fi, horrible Wi-Fi or none whatsoever. Some were squeaky clean and others had cockroaches. Some were definitely a lot better than others, but they all got the job done. But I’d have to say the hostel we stayed at in Algeciras, takes the cake for being the weirdest, creepiest hostel I’ve ever stayed in.
In Valdevaqueros, I booked a place online that I thought looked great! A hostel just footsteps away from the beach, with a bar downstairs where you can enjoy a drink by the ocean. Perfect! I was pretty happy with my decision. So the next morning we packed up and went to Algeciras for a change of scenery. A taxi driver took us across Tarifa to the city of Algeciras. Algeciras is close to Gibraltar which is also another major tourist destination. The hostel he took us to was called Hostal Bahia and just like the description said, it was only footsteps away from the beach! But unlike the pictures in the description, there was a huge ship loading port that destroyed any peaceful view of serenity. Anyways, we were maybe a half-hour earlier than check-in time but headed to the entrance to see if we can get our room a little earlier. The door was locked. As a matter of fact, the place looked closed. All of the lights inside were off and there was no one inside. What gives? There was a stranger who was fixing the roofing on the outside, and from what I could make out from his spanish, he told us that the hostel wasn’t opened yet and we should come back later. Okay. Luckily there was a restaurant just across the parking lot that we could eat at while we waited. I asked for a menu and couldn’t really make out anything on the menu. My spanish wasn’t as great as I thought but from the items I could understand, they were all mostly seafood items. I randomly chose something and when the waiter brought it out to me, it turned out to be cubes of a really chewy fish. Yuck! I tried to eat one cube and decided that was all for me. Plenty of time went by where we felt like we should be able to check in, so we paid our bill and left. We went back to the hostel but found it was locked and barren just like the first time. What the heck? We didn’t know what to do but wait a little longer. That’s when the stranger from earlier told us that the owners weren’t here today. I showed him the e-mail from the hostel I saved on my iPad that had our booking information. He then called the owners on the phone and handed it to me. The guy on the phone apologized and told us we can go inside and find our room. He told me the pass-code to the door, “3457” and in we went! He instructed me that there was a room key and two towels left for us behind the front desk. I said thanks and handed the phone back.
We walked inside the silent, empty hostel and walked to to the front desk. And just liked the guy told us, there was a room key with two towels that had my name on it. We went up to our room and along the way noticed how eerily vacant and quiet it was. But we found our room and left our bags. We wanted to investigate the hostel and see if there was ANYONE else around. We looked everywhere and came to the conclusion that we were the only ones in the building. Not even any staff! We even went into places we weren’t supposed to go in. This hostel was still under construction and some parts were left unfinished and had a creepy, dark feel to it. The bar near the entrance was locked, but as we looked around, we found a pair of keys in one of the drawers in the lobby.
Turns out that one of the keys unlocked the door to the bar! I went inside and even went behind the bar and into the kitchen. No one. All I found were butcher knives laying across the bar front.
After investigating a little more, I went back to my room to take a little nap. I figured by the time we woke up, there would be some people here or at least staff members. But still when we did wake up there was no one and it was dreary and raining outside – the perfect start to a horror film. We were hungry and since there was no one in the restaurant downstairs, Chris and I ventured out to find some food. We walked thinking we would eventually find a decent restaurant but in this part of Algeciras, there was nothing at all! We walked for almost two hours before we finally found a decent place that was a little more upscale but did the trick. We eventually were the only customers in the restaurant.
We didn’t want to walk back in the dark so we called a cab that took us back to our ghost hostel. What was freaky is what the cab fare ended up totaling…
If that wasn’t foreshadowing bad things to come then I don’t know what would! The place was empty except this time it was completely dark inside. If I were in the middle of a scary movie, tonight would be the night the first kill would be made! I saw that the bar area was completely flooded and that someone (or something) has been inside because there was trash on top of the counter. Weird.
We went to bed and woke up the next morning to pack our bags and leave. Originally I thought I would stay a couple days here but Algeciras and this hostel stunk so bad that we wanted out! I found a cool hostel in Tarifa near the bars and beaches we could stay at for the rest of our time in Spain. When we checked out there was no one there to ‘check us out’, so I just left the key on the desk and peaced out! The ghosts would probably come by later to get it.