Gibraltar

8am was the proposed departure time and we only ran late by 10 mins which was a record for the team. The campsite was about 8kms out of town along the road but only about 5kms along the beach so we decided to walk to Tarifa town centre to get the bus in to Gibraltar. It was a clear morning on the beach, no wind like the day before. All was going well till we got about 4/5 of the way to Tarifa. We were met by a 30 metre wide channel that was probably 1.5 metres at it’s deepest. We sat on the sand for a bit and waited. Jake went out and checked the depth but it was just a little too deep as we needed to wear these clothes for the rest of the day so we couldn’t get them too wet. Luckily the tide was on our side so after about 45 mins waiting we were able to cross. We continued to Tarifa and when we got there the bus station had no one tending it so we had no idea where to go. We walk to the information centre got the bus timetable, and as it was still nearly 2 hours before the first bus to Gibraltar we decided to have a wonder around the old town of Tarifa.
It wasn’t really very interesting...the only interesting part was that you could catch a ferry to Morocco in 50 mins. And the reason it was called Tarifa was because it was the first place to charge a fee on the boats in the port.
We finally got our bus and arrived in Gibraltar at 1pm. It was a very strange place, like all of a sudden being back in London. As it is stilled ruled by Great Britian, they are on the £. And they have all the same shops, even Morrisons (a supermarket in London)!
The reason we left so early that morning was in the hope that we might find a pub that was showing the Wallabies game....unfortunately as the bus was so late we missed the game, which sucked because there were pubs that did show it. Oh well, next time.
We sat and had a drink and our pre made sandwiches (got to love cost cutting). After studying the map we went exploring. We wondered through the centre of the town, and caught the cable car to the top. From there the view was spectacular. Jake and Aims were not so keen on it but I think they still enjoyed the sights. We then began the walk back down the rock. First stop was the monkeys, cute but disgusting at the same time.
We then went into St Michael’s cave, the Romans believed this cave to be bottomless. They now use it for concerts. From here we had a 2 km walk to the other end of the rock to see the tunnels of the great siege which happened in 1782 and then again over the years, most recently by the british in WWII.
From there it was a short walk back down the hill and then back into Spain to catch the bus back to Tarifa. We walked to the supermarket just in time to grab dinner and then made it back to camp by about 9.30pm. Over all we probably walked a total of 12kms that day so we were all very tired. After a nice dinner it was bed time. Don’t actually remember hitting the pillow.

Oh and for those people that were wondering the Wallabies Won! Bring the All Blacks!