If you want to climb the Rock of Gilbraltar, skinny jeans are not the dream. As the overcast sky cleared and the queue for the gondola was rumoured to take approximately 3 hours (plus 13 pounds - yikes) I began to fear I had made a huge mistake when I got dressed that morning. Our casual walk to the top …“it can’t really be that far….” turned into a battle against the heat, and minivans full of elderly cruise ship residents.
Also, if you plan on seeing Gibraltarian apes on your day visit to the Rock, it pays to take the path that says ‘apes this way’…. While we saw plenty of evidence of apes (food scraps and so on), we only happened upon one real ape in the centre of town which quickly fled after a tour-guide threw a rock (ha) at it.
And even though this rock is technically ‘British’, the coffee is still served in Spanish quantities = weeny, but the size of the fish on my plate was unconquerable - even after three attempts by some hungry lads!
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