It wasn’t exactly clear and shining when we pulled in this morning. Admittedly part of the blur could have been my eyes from getting to sleep rather late and waking even later.
Heading off the ship this morning I was greeted by the lovely display of antique vehicles from the old days when England didn’t compromise. Back when it didn’t matter than the rest of the continent was driving on the right with left hand drive cars.
But now this territory, due to the realities of the amount of traffic between it and Spain drives the same was as the rest of Europe. True, there are still the occasional imported right hand drive car, but the vast majority of cars, buses and trucks can easily drive across Spain.
I hiked into town past all of the statues which seem to occupy street locations, roundabouts and centre squares.
What was surprising to me is that among all the stores, there were really none that had decent sports equipment or running shoes or soccer jerseys. Except for the two Gibraltar Teams…. Perhaps sport isn’t important here, but you would think that perhaps England World Cup Jersey’s might sell? And it was not that they were sold out, it was rather that they had never been ordered. Promptly at 1600 we pulled back from the pier and set sail for the next stop on our adventure. As we swung around, it was possible to see the entire Strait. From my starboard side balcony, the European Promontory was easily visible. Less so the African Side of the Straits. Given the amount of haze, you need both a good imagination and clicking on the pix for a larger version to have a chance of actually seeing more that imagining.