Gibraltar
A 3 square mile bit of England here in Southern Spain. The bus stopped at La Linea and I walked across the border into Gibraltar. After trying some of my dodgy Spanish on the border guy he said ‘ere luv, what are you trying to tell me?’
This is the airstrip and the border which intersect the narrow strip of land that seperates Gibraltar from Spain. All traffic stops when planes land (5 times a day, but increasing soon) and walking across the runway to reach the border is a little bit eerie.
Bobbies, red post boxes, pound notes, union jacks and the luxury of speaking english. Actually Gibraltar has their own pound, which can only be used here, they must make a fortune on currency exchange, they made a small fortune out of me.
The rock looks pretty amazing, especially at night, when I arrived. I especially wanted to take the cable car to the top, but it was closed due to high winds, so I got the mini-van tour instead.
Went to the top of the hill, got hissed at by a stupid monkey who tried to raid my pocket and saw a fantastic cave that they used to think was the entrance to Hades and is now a music hall. I saw Africa, which is only 15 miles away and then it started raining. It was pretty cold and miserable for the rest of my stay. Although it has an interesting histery, Gibralatar is overpriced and unimaginative, I was pretty happy to walk across that line back into Spain.
This is the airstrip and the border which intersect the narrow strip of land that seperates Gibraltar from Spain. All traffic stops when planes land (5 times a day, but increasing soon) and walking across the runway to reach the border is a little bit eerie.
Bobbies, red post boxes, pound notes, union jacks and the luxury of speaking english. Actually Gibraltar has their own pound, which can only be used here, they must make a fortune on currency exchange, they made a small fortune out of me.
The rock looks pretty amazing, especially at night, when I arrived. I especially wanted to take the cable car to the top, but it was closed due to high winds, so I got the mini-van tour instead.
Went to the top of the hill, got hissed at by a stupid monkey who tried to raid my pocket and saw a fantastic cave that they used to think was the entrance to Hades and is now a music hall. I saw Africa, which is only 15 miles away and then it started raining. It was pretty cold and miserable for the rest of my stay. Although it has an interesting histery, Gibralatar is overpriced and unimaginative, I was pretty happy to walk across that line back into Spain.
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