We spent a day at sea between Lisbon and Gibraltar. One of the things I learned that day is that Europeans have no body shame. Some of them should. I have seen things at the pool on this ship that make me wish for eye bleach. Speedos should be illegal.
A man decided to change his shorts under his towel on the deck. I saw his entire flat ass. Sir!
So on Day 10, we docked in Gibraltar. It's essentially a large rock - a promontory - in the strait between the Atlantic and Mediterranean that is British controlled territory off the Southwestern tip of Europe. While it's the property of the United Kingdom, it's borders
I was disappointed that we had not gotten our passports stamped at the various ports, but we got one here. The chaplain at the port said they don't really bother with stamps in Europe anymore.
The island is known for it's population of Macques. There is a cable car that takes visitors to the nature preserve where they are, so we didn't see them. However, we wandered the Main Street that seemed to go on forever. We saw a military "parade," and just enjoyed the day.
Our new friend Malcolm is the taxi driver who brought us back to the port. A real charmer, he cracked us up with his stories about visiting Chicago.
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| Arrival |
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| Map of The Rock |
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| A Commemoration on Main Street |
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| The British influence |
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| Farewell, Gibraltar |
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