December 12th-13th, 2025
The next Spanish metropolis to check out as I make my way towards Gibraltar is the island city of Cádiz. It was originally founded by the Phoenicians around 1100 BC and in the 18th century it was the main port for Spain. It’s not actually an island, but close enough with one sliver of land connecting it to the mainland, creating a natural harbour for ships. Cadiz is packed from end to end with buildings, as you can see in this photo, not mine of course.
My day started with a lovely sunrise, which doesn't happen until around 8:30 am since I'm now in Spain and it's an hour ahead of Portugal
I parked at a free camping spot on the mainland by the water,
although I didn’t plan on staying there but from my research, I knew that there
was a bus stop next to it. I really didn’t
want to drive Octi on some narrow streets, searching for parking in the
historic old town of Cádiz.
Look at the length of the metro bus I was on! And I think Octi is long and unwieldy to park...
In the newer area of Cadiz, there were a few kilometres of apartments like these lining both sides of the streets.
Walking the narrow streets of the old town.
One of only a handful of greenspaces in the historic part of town: Plaza de Mina.
The first landmark on my short list was the Torre Tavira, or Tavira Tower, which at 45 meters, is the tallest building in the historic centre.
They had what’s called the “Camera Obscura”
on one floor, which sounded really interesting, but the next English guided
tour wasn’t until 4 pm and it was only 11 am.
The idea is that they have multiple special cameras with large focal
lenses and it projects the images on a concave screen. The cameras make even far away things look near. It would have been neat to see…but not worth
waiting for 5 hours.
I took the stairs up to the top and there was only one couple
at the top and within a minute they left, so I had an enjoyable time taking in
the scenery in solitude.
A 360 view of the island city.
It was a bit stinky!
After settling in, I went for a walk to the beach, but it was super windy and occasionally spitting with rain so I didn’t stay long. I did however notice that there were signs for “Cape Trafalgar”. Huh. I had to look that up, and sure enough, this was the location where the “Battle of Trafalgar” occurred off the shores of the Cape (probably quite a ways off of the coast though) in 1805.
This was a big navy battle between British against the Spanish and French fleets. The British were commanded by Admiral Horatio Nelson and even though he was outnumbered 27 to 33 in “ships of the line” (read: big ships with lots of cannons), he kicked butt on the Spanish and French, sinking or capturing 18 of their ships while losing none of his. Nelson was shot by a sniper who was up in the rigging of a French ship and he later died, but not before he knew the battle was won.
Why do I know so much about this? Well apart from being a bit of a war buff, my English relatives live near Portsmouth where Nelson’s flag ship, the HMSVictory, is located and I went on a tour there as a kid, and as an adult. It’s an amazing ship.
And if you’ve ever been to London, you may have visited “Trafalgar Square” where a statue of Horatio is mounted on “Nelson’s Column”, to commemorate the victory.
That afternoon, I decided that I had to walk to the Cape Trafalgar lighthouse to satisfy my "history buffness".
In the next few days, I’ll continue to head south, towards Gibraltar and then make the hop on the ferry over to Morocco.



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