Seeing as we were in the vicinity of “The Rock”, as it’s known, we decided to venture back on to British soil and explore. It certainly was a step back in time to a world of English bobbies on the beat, red phone boxes, sun burnt Poms and fish and chips. The cable car was closed, so we didn’t get to the top of the rock, but explored the main town with its narrow streets and beautifully tiled buildings as well as some of the numerous tunnels hewn out of the rock. No trip to Gibraltar would be complete without the Barbary macaque monkeys, who obliged by coming down from the national park into town.
Then on to Tarifa to book ferry tickets – we set sail for Morocco tomorrow, finally!