La Linea, Spain
|The Airport at Gibraltar - Note the Intersection|
thanks to wikipaedia
Gibraltar is all that is left of the British Empire. Visiting here has been a priority with Meredith.
|Behind the Light is the Runway|
|I caught this jet taking off|
traffic on the intersecting street (at the top) is stopped at a
|These Little Fellows are Protected. Rumour has it|
when the Macaques Leave Gibraltar so will the British
After this things are a bit mundane. You go up the mountain, get the usual cursory introduction to the three year seige of Gib by the Spanish, look at some caves and tunnels, watch some macaques void their bowels on your tour bus and return to walk around the ubiquitous narrow winding streets full of overpriced shops. Arriving back at the boat you are happy to have been to Gibraltar but are quizzical as to what happened to all your enthusiasm.
|Shopping On a Gibraltar Street inside the Fort|
|The Fortification sheltering the Tourist Shops|
from Attack - all real business is done downtown.
Walking through Morrisons, a big UK grocery chain, we found prices ranging from thirty to four hundred percent higher than their Spanish equivalent. You wonder why the Gibbers don't just drive to Spain and buy their groceries and wine for half the price.
Which is what we are going to do today. We can't afford to buy British.