18-19/7: The night we spent at the Pigeon Point Hostel, just by the lighthouse. We arrived just as the sun was going down, and when the girl who checked us in heard that we were from Sweden, she told us that we just had to try the hot tub next to the lighthouse. As it happened, it wasn’t booked for the next half hour.
North Americans don’t really believe in saunas, but they do have hot tubs. And it might be considered a betrayal towards my Finnish heritage, but I don’t believe there are many saunas out there that can beat the view from this hot tub. Floating there in the hot bubbly water, all the driving tensions just drained out of my body. After that, I slept deep.
Pigeon Point Lighthouse.
The hostel. I’m willing to say that it was the best hostel that I stayed at during my North America trip. Thanks to the combination of the dramatic coast surroundings, super nice staff and the hot tub.
Look at the conglomerate, similar to the bedrock in parts of the Namib. Sadly, mom has no particular passion for rocks and geology.
Katja Malmborg 