From fr. ant. bastart.
1. adj. That degenerates from its origin or nature.
A journey does not begin at the gate, on the platform of the train, when you get into the car. It starts the moment you start to fantasize about starting it. When you're obsessively looking at a point on the map, while you're chatting on the web about a destination, consulting books, guides, chatting with other travelers or natives about that dreamed-of place, you're actually on your way.
One travels for work, for pleasure, alone or in company, to discover or to lose oneself, to get to know oneself better or to connect with other people, to look at different cultures, different ways of living, different ways of looking. It also has contraindications, of course. Because as Mark Twain said, “Travel is bad for prejudice, intolerance and narrow-mindedness”.
If for whatever reason your way passes through Madrid, Bastardo is your destination. We aren't a hotel, we aren't a bar, we aren't a space for creation. We are all that and a few other things. We are a meeting point for visitors and locals from Madrid in the city centre, between Malasaña and Chueca.
We know that no two trips are the same. That's why we have options that adapt to all needs and budgets: private or shared rooms, for those who travel alone, for couples, for groups, for threesomes, for families, with a terrace… Always with an exquisite design and special care for small details. Patti Smith, Luis Buñuel, Divine, Emiliano Zapata, Marie Curie, Confucius, Frida Kalho… each of our rooms pays tribute to characters who have gone off the beaten path, pioneers who have had the audacity to think and live differently. Bastard attitude.
So much for introductions. We'll have time to get to know each other little by little.
Welcome to Bastardo.
Come in without knocking.