A day in Gibraltar.
Entering Gibraltar over land is funny, as you walk (or drive) across the runway of the territory’s airport. You can see planes landing/taking off from close by if you’re lucky (or check the schedules ;)
I had planned to walk up to the summit, or at least up to the ridge of The Rock, but again the weather made me cancel my plans half way up (or so). The footpaths leading up along the cliffs where closed due to high winds and then, near Jews’ Gate Cemetery, torrential rains set in again.
In the morning I packed my bags and tried to reach the old fortress on Monte Hacho, a hill on the eastern end of the peninsula (which is really an island, as there is a connection between the northern port basin and the southern bay). On the way I came through a neighborhood with narrow
streets pathways which was most lovely. My visit to the fortress was then swept away by heavy rains which set in all of a sudden.
In the afternoon I hopped on the ferry to Algeciras on mainland Spain, and took a bus to La Línea de la Concepción from there, where I found a bed for the night.
But before falling asleep I headed over to Gibraltar for an evening stroll and dinner.