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Oh, yeah, it was worth it. Our first glimpse off Glebe Cliff reassured us, and that night's sunset sealed the verdict.
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Our hostel was a converted slate-quarry office. The town of Tintagel (tin-TAJ-ul, if you're wondering) was maybe a 20 minute walk further inland, but the hostel was set right on the cliffs overlooking the Atlantic. Our room, the only private one, was actually half the bicycle shed (separated by a wall). So it was very private, set in a different building than the hostel proper. We had to race across the yard for the bathroom, but otherwise we were cozy in our little bunkbedded haven.
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