In the afternoon, we caught the fast ferry (which was very slow - now operating under Moroccan timing) to Tangier on the tip of North Africa. Checked into a luxurious hotel but right next to us were all the signs of being in Morocco - vacant allotments with people sitting in the dirt socialising and rubbish everywhere. This is another world!
Such an interesting experience crossing a 100metre stretch of land and suddenly move from Spain to British Gibraltar. The first thing we saw was a red telephone box on Winston Churchill Avenue. So bizarre but it was nice to be able to read and speak English again.We did a tour of Gibraltar which didn't take long since it's only 7000 square metres and a population of 30,000 who cling to "the rock".Amazingly, the rock has 40 kilometres of tunnels that were built during WW2. We drove to the top of the rock for a spectacular view of North Africa and the joining of the Atlantic Ocean and the Mediterranean Sea. At the top, there's also a large limestone cave that we toured which was used as a hospital during the war as well as Barbary Apes that live up there. They were very friendly and cute but would steal food or anything else they could get hold of. Had the traditional dish of Gibraltar for lunch - fried fish and chips - very English.