Ambitiously, we aimed to cross the border back to Spain and another beachy spot in Cadiz. From Lagos this involved about 9 hours in buses, but with the laptop armed with four seasons of Entourage episodes the time flew by and we made it without a hassle.
While georgraphically it a cool spot (more or less an island) Cadiz was nice enough without being particularly good for any reason. It had some fairly pedestrian buildings and monuments to see, lots of little outdoor plaza areas comprising of bars and restaurants, and a long beach which we spent another relaxing thirty-something degree day on (again with a chaser of basketball action at a local bar).
It was back to reality on the hostel front, with our overcrowded single bathroom dorm room also lying on the ground floor where the stench would suggest there was a severe sewage problem. Some of the staff were equally as charming. The stench must've gotten to Barry, who got sick on one day and had a bit of an all day siesta (it could've also been shock after buying a supersized six pack of San Miguel's for A$3).
After three nights in Cadiz it was back on the rails and onto Granada.