Gibraltar, April 30

We were in Gibraltar before, on the cruise where Pati broke her toe.  That time, the weather wasn't very good and she wasn't much for walking around, so we stayed aboard the ship.  This time, we wanted to know what one does in Gibraltar, anyway?  Why, head for the upper rock, of course!  You knew that.  Two ways to get up to the top:  drive a car or take a cotton-pickin, scarier than shit, cable car up the side of the mountain.  Guess how we got there?  Gordon's still trying to get Pati's fingernail marks out of his arm...this was worse than the other one.

OK, at the top there's a lookout.

Then it's off to see the Barbary Apes.  These guys own the top of the rock, they are very well cared for, and they have the right of way on the handrails, which are their highways.  If the stupid tourists get in the way, the apes just push 'em out of the way and keep going.  Lots of fun!

One place that the apes don't go is into St. Michael's cave.  Why?  No food in there.  But the cave is very spacious, lit spectacularly, and it's even used for events and concerts.

Last things to see were the tunnels built into the rock by the military during the wars.  Naturally the cliff side was an excellent spot for a gunnery placement.

And a very interesting view of the airport!  See the EasyJet airplane landing?

Onward to Cadiz, Spain.