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Published: April 8th 2016
We were awoken abruptly that morning by a dog constantly barking on the streets. We later discovered that the dog belonged to the hotel and was warding off Moroccans from entering the coach during the night. Apparently, many Moroccans want to illegally cross the border into Spain.
I sadly had my last cup of mint tea before heading onto the bus. A sudden stop by our bus driver, Mario, had us all startled for a moment. I first thought that Mario hit something but actually he had to stop because a kid was holding onto the back of the bus. Wow! Crazy Moroccans!
When we reached the ferry, we said our goodbyes to our Morocco tour guide, Mohammed. Then it was off to Spain. The ferry ride was a lot bumpier than the ferry ride from Spain to Morocco. Luckily, I took the Gravel that Erin gave me before getting on the boat. It was starting to wear of as we were approaching the Tarifa port in Spain. We spent an hour just circling the port. I am not sure why. When we finally reached land, I was just glad to get off the boat.
Then it was off to Gibraltar. Gibraltar is a British Overseas Territory on the southern end of the Iberian Peninsula, surrounded by the rest of Spain. Therefore, we were technically entering another country. Because we were Canadian citizens we were allowed to enter without a visa, however, two of our group members were not able to enter the territory because they needed a visa with their passport. I felt bad for them as they waited on the outskirts of Gibraltar as the rest of the group entered the territory. However, it was only for a couple of hours.
The British territory has made full use of its minimal space and lack of flat land by building an airport with its only runway running through the heart of its’ busiest road. It was unusual crossing the airport runway on our way into the city.
Because we were in a British territory, we had to have fish and chips for lunch. Yum! Then we took a tour of the rock to see the famous Gibraltar Barbary macaques and St. Michael’s Cave.
Up the rock we went! Our driver and guide
had a great sense of dry British humour. We made a quick stop at the edge of the Iberian Peninsula where we could see Morocco in the distance. Then we headed up the mountain to St. Michael’s cave.
At the entrance of the cave there were more Barbary macaques. There was a mother holding her baby with the baby holding onto a food wrapper. He would not part from it. Another macaque just sat still on a ledge posing diligently for pictures.
After our visit to the cave, we said goodbye to the Barbary macaques as we made our way down the rock. We said goodbye to our driver and guide, and met up with the other two members of the group not invited into Gibraltar. We then headed on our way to Seville.
We reached Seville in the early evening, settled into our hotel and then headed off to dinner. Dinner was a very interesting experience. We had our first taste of dogfish, an Andalusia specialty. A lot of members of the Contiki group did not enjoy the meal. I did not really have a preference. I did not particularly
like the meal, nor did I hate the meal.
Tomorrow, we explore the wonderful city of Seville, visiting the Plaza de Espana, the Bullring, the Cathedral and the Alcazar. Stay Tuned!
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