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Onward - to Zahara de los Atunes! We zipped past Malaga and Marbella, Sorry Kevin - we didnīt get to Porto Banus!) but wanted to stop at Gibralter to see the big rock. We also began to suspect that there was no love lost between Spain and the UK, when there were no road signs or direct roads to Gibralter. We managed to find our way there - the rock is indeed, awesome. It creates its own British weather with a cloud over it, so all the time we were there, it was dim and gray, but just over the line, back in Spain, it was sunny. Go figure. We walked across the border, didnīt stay long. The biggest thrill in Gibralter is, you have to cross the ariport runway to get in and out (Gibralter is only 1 mile wide and 4 miles long). When a plane is going to come in or out, they close the road, and you wait. As we were leaving Gibralter, they closed the gate in front of us, and we waited. Soon, a big military jet was seen looming in from the south, and as we watched it land, suddenly, about 30 feet from the ground, it fired up and rose up again. Then we waited and waited, as it circled around the rock, and came in for a landing again, and again, and again. Finally, they opened the gates, and let everybody pass, but as we were still out on the runway, I could hear that jet coming in again, about 500 feet from where we were standing. Exciting. |