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Gibraltar
GOT A PIECE OF THE ROCK

Gibraltar is a definte stop on my return from Morocco, as itīs one of the twin pedestals of the great statue of Hercules, an ancient Wonder
of the World.   Legend has it a huge statue of Hercules straddled the strait between the south tip of Spain and north tip of Morocoo to guard the entryway to the Mediterranean.  Since the statue isnīt around, I check out Gibraltar to see the footrest of a former Wonder of the World.  (Itīs also Prudentialīs logo, but who cares.)


View of Gibraltar from the central city plaza.

On Spainīs south coast, Gibraltar is a small 3-mile by 1-mile peninsula-appendix.   And like an appendix, thereīs some pain or at least hard feelings, in its history  The Moors had it, then Spain took it, then Britain took it in 1704.  That last partīs still a sore point, as I read in the daily newspaper about Spain-Britain tension over ownership of Gibraltar, and a future referendum.  Walking around I see Gibraltarīs thankfully more diverse than many other European cities.   Primarly British, Gibraltar has Indian, Moroccan and Spanish residents.  Add the many French, German and Italian tourists and you get the multilingual Rosetta Stone menus, which I eagerly use to learn a few words in Spanish, like how to say "fish" (see Grenada for that story).

With its past ownership and tourists, looks like everyone wants a piece of the rock.  Including me.  I catch a cable car to the top to see the views, and take a few pebbles off the path as souvenirs.  Got a piece of the rock.  But later, I realize I dropped my spare Smart Flash memory card with all my digital photos from the last month, since Cairo.  Good thing I had been uploading most of my photos to this web site.  Guess the Rock got a piece of me too....

I then catch a bus from Morocco, 5 minutes across to the Spainish border town La Linea, then a 3-hour bus ride to Cadiz.


These monkeys hang out on the mountain - I really doubt theyīre native, probably some tourist trap invention.  Watch out, cause some of the monkeys will pick your pockets (looking for food).  Sheesh, and I thought I had enought of that in Morocco.


From the port, it looks less like the Prudential logo, but more impressive.


Main street meanders through town, with tons of tourist shops like T-shirt shops, money exchange and expensive cameras and ceramics.  Thankfully, there are Moroccan and Indian restaurants.


Muslim families walk up main street, along side British teens wearing Linkin Park t-shirts (whom I decidely didnīt take a photo of)


Hey hey, itīs the Monkeys..uh wait ,thereīs just one on the right...ok,nix the cute caption.

 

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