We've embraced the 'Slow' philosophy as a way of life - what's the hurry?. Taking time to smell the roses (usually on a glass of Viognier) is more our style. Having spent more then 3 years on the road, slow travel has become a way of life. We have revised our plans completely and now focus on quality, not quantity, slowly.
We're back from our 2 night sojourn to Gibraltar, it really is a small
piece of England, more British than the Queen.
We parked our hire car on
the Spanish side and walked across the border, with no customs or passport
control to speak of. We then had to walk across the airport runway to get into
town, they simply close it off when a plane is landing or taking off!!!
Crossing the runway - duck for low flying planes.
First afternoon we simply
wandered about the town to get our bearings. Not difficult in a place this size
– population 29,000 approximately. It was strange hearing so many English accents,
with a weird dialect of Spanish thrown in.
I was still craving chilli
so we went to a restaurant promising green thai curry prawns. The waiter was an
American who understood my need for chilli and had to beat up the chef to put
chillies in the curry for us. The result was delicious.
The Rock of Gibraltar
Next morning we hiked up
‘the Rock’ - not for us a sissy chairlift, or God forbid, a mini bus. We
unfortunately coincided with a cruise ship in town along with 4000 of the gold sandal
brigade. We left them behind by hiking
up a steep path to the second peak, abandoning the idea of sharing the main
peak with them.
View from the Rock
The views are breathtaking
and of course you can see across to the jagged coastline of North Africa.
Morocco beckons, we will get there eventually, just a bit behind schedule. Aah!
- the luxury of time.
Views to Morocco
We also spent a bit time
wandering in the tunnels that were built during the siege of 1793 – bloody
Lunch in the sun beckoned, however
we walked all the way down to town. Lawrence refused to take the bus even the
last kilometre – and the bus is free. First time I’ve seen a Scotsman refuse
something for nothing.
C'est dur la vie
Still craving chilli we
sought out an Indian restaurant for dinner – I knew there had to be one
somewhere, being English. We had a fabulous and very spicy Lamb Madras, really
hit the spot. Will keep me going till Morocco.
We are now back in our camp
in El Puerto and finally the weather has beaten us back indoors. The sun is
still shining, but we are getting blasted by a cruel wind from the north-east.
You may have seen that Europe is having a big freeze, which is not affecting us
that much, apart from this icy wind. Should be back to idyllic conditions again
on Monday, so they say…
Anyway, you demanding blog
readers, you have been very slack of late with the blog comments. All give and
no take. Has the blog become that boring??? I'm sorry there hasn't been disasters to write funny stories about. A word of encouragement now and
then is appreciated – end of rant.
Lawrence is now doing DIY. He has finally come to terms with the fact that I'm a confirmed water snob and is installing a water purification system – yippee!!! I think I’ve finished my
refurbishing for now, will post photos shortly.