Our campsite at Almunecar; one of the best we have enjoyed
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Coastline at Almunecar
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Fishing off the jetty
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High-rises on the other side of the street
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An old tower on the cliff above us
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Shipping always in view
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...recounts the retirement travels of Mark and Vicki Sherouse since 2008...in Asia and the Pacific, New Zealand, Europe, South America, and Africa, as well as the US and Canada. Our website, with much practical information, is: https://sites.google.com/site/theroadgoeseveron/.Contact us at mark.sherouse@gmail.com or vsherouse@gmail.com.
Why we didn't go to the top of Gibraltar |
The Costa del Sol used to be a string of fishing villages; none is left; they're all condo communities now |
There's a beach and a sea down there somewhere |
There it is |
Malaga, part of it |
Looking up at the summit of The Rock
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Our campsite, on Eastern Beach, at 36
degrees, 08'55.88N, 5 degrees, 20'23.54W;
check it out on Google Earth
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A dozen or more ships anchored outside our window
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Flying dogs, no less; just a bit more of the British obsession
with dogs, upon which I have earlier commented
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Moorish remains
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Casemates Square, ground-zero Gibraltar; formerly Villa
Viejo, the Moorish village established in 711 but destroyed
after 13 sieges; the Moors landed here first; Gibel-Tarik,
their leader, gave his name to Gibraltar
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Mechanism for depressing a gun; sort of important in a
place like Gibraltar; my questions is...how do you keep the
ball from rolling out the barrel?
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Main drag
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All the many walls and batteries are named, this one among
the oldest
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Out our window
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This is the somewhat famous runway one crosses, both on foot and in vehicles,
in order to get from Spain to Gibraltar |
Huge old (disused) pillbox just next to the border
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My, how the world has changed; I'm loving it; well, parts
of it
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The line goes on...I stop counting after a hundred |
And, miles later, on... |
More miles down the road we stop at a high turn-out for a last look at Africa, so incredibly near |
And the convoy keeps on coming |
Our tour was quite satisfactory, the same price as the ferry itself. We were the only members of the tour, so we had the driver and guide (superb English; and French, and Spanish; and Arabic) to ourselves. They couldn't depart from the "program," very much, so we still had to endure the visit to the rug showroom, the spice store, the leather store, etc. That's OK. We have learned how to enjoy even these. We did get to skip the camel ride/photo opp. And the lunch was really quite good. At least in low season like this, I'd certainly recommend it for anyone whose goals were as modest as ours...merely to set foot in Africa. Tangier itself seemed quite foreign and exotic at times...the old city...quite new and European elsewhere. |
Another mosque
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And tower
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Old and new Morocco
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Our little 55 euro tour included lunch at a pretty nice restaurant, four courses; it's dead season here; we were the only customers in the restaurant |
One of many rooms |
That's Moroccan Arabic for "Coca Cola" |
Lentil soup and the best black olives I've ever had |
Great beef shish-kabob, on killer skewers |
Couscous and chicken main |
And the band serenaded us; I asked them to play "Midnight at the Oasis" but they didn't know it |