We just simply couldn't pass up an opportunity to visit the British Territory of Gibraltar this last Saturday (Oct. 2, 2010). You've probably heard of "the Rock of Gibraltar"... Well, we did it and it's more like "the small mountain of Gibraltar" Rock is a misnomer.
We hiked the "Rock" and a small part of the city of Gibraltar for over 5 hours!! My feet are still sore.
But let's begin at the beginning!
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We left Sat. morning from our hotel in Rota, Spain. It was a 2 hour drive thru dusty, scrub brush and cacti. About half way there, Zac got hungry and needed a diaper change. Good thing, because mommy was about to need a
diaper change too! Not a rest stop was to be found! We were surrounded by ranches and rolling hills but no services. I had to do the unthinkable! We pulled off the highway onto a ranch road where I nursed Zac and as I handed him off to dad for a diaper change, Stephen handed me a baby wipe, "for you" he said. Oh how sweet, my husband has just handed me a wet wipe so that I don't have to drip dry!
The whole operation was a success. Zac was fed and clean and I was relieved with out tripping, falling or peeing on myself!
We arrived in Gibraltar a little after noon. The weather was spectacular!! Sunny and 80 with the air spiked with just enough sea water to keep the humidity in check. The line of cars going into the territory was long, slow and winding.
Eventually we got through the passport check and were immediately stopped by a traffic light. As we w
ere sitting at the light, more and more mopeds and motorcycles were filling in the last bits of free space. In the length of 3 cars two across, there were easily 30 bikes!
Suddenly the pedestrian crowd just beyond our car windows started to get excited, cameras and camcorders flew up and we realized that were were about to watch the take off of a commercial jet. Gibraltar is so small (just 7 mi. long and only half that wide) that their airport runway crosses the controlled entrance in. That means, every time a plane lands or takes off, traffic is halted! It was so funny!!After the plane took off, we were allowed in where we found parking and were off to our first activity for the day - dolphin watching.
During the 1.5 hour cruise
around the bay of Gibraltar we saw 20 or more dolphins! It was beautiful. The crew was fun, the other passengers were few and Zac took to it like an old pro. Zac's first boat ride zonked him out.
After the boat ride, we were off to finally find some lunch. I opted for some "original" fish & chips (YUM) while Stephen enjoyed the chicken & chips.
After lunch we made our way to the cable car station and hitched a ride to the top of the rock. At the top is the home of the Barbary Apes. They are wild monkeys that just hang out with the visitors. When we first got off the tram, we had a bit of a scare as one of the monkeys saw Zac and made a bee line for him. I'm sure it was out of curiosity - but I wasn't going to let this Ape rip the arms off my baby. I urged Stephen's attention away from his camera and onto the monkey while I scooped Zac out of the stroller and into the wrap where I felt I could better control the situation (though I'm sure the monkey could rip of my arm if she wanted to).
We saw several apes and there were cute as a button (once I got over my initial fear). There were a few babys that would just melt your heart w/ cuteness! Unfortunately it was starting to get late, so the monkey business was not booming. We still got excellent photos from the top of the rock, that included the African coast! Yes, I saw AFRICA!!
After the monkeys, we hiked to a Cave, St. Michael's Cave. This was my first Cave experience and it was beautiful! The cave used to be a sacred space of the indigenous people, but has since (in the last several thousand years) been turned into a concert hall. I can imagine how amazing a small orchestra or a piano concert would be in this space.
After the cave I was starting to feel the day. I was tired and not looking forward to the 40+ minute hike back up the hill to the cable car and said as much to Stephen when he asked if we were ready to go. The security guard overheard me and said, "well if you follow this road here, take a left at the sign and then a right at the benches, it's only a 20 min walk to the bottom of the rock". SCORE! Sounded good to me. Walking down hill for 20 min or uphill for 40...which would you take?
We apparently missed our turns, because it took us 90 min to reach civilization again.
It was now 9pm we were all hungry and tired. We found a pub and enjoyed an excellent meal.
Near the end of the meal and couple of Saturday hooligans were stumbling home and in their jubilation, they decided that a little disorderly conduct was in order. After kicking over some furniture at the Pub we were dining at as well as a restaurant down the way - the pub called the police. By the time the cops showed up, the hooligans were well gone...but left behind one distinct impression - they were dressed in costumes (for unknown reasons). One was a yellow Power Ranger and the other a cowboy. These were the distinguishing "marks" that I thought could identify them for the cops. I told the waiter this and he immediately shouted to the cop (in an authentic british accent) "One was a POWER RANGER and the other a COWBOY".
Immediately the waiter rolled his eyes and looked to us saying, "I can't believe I just shouted that to a police officer!" And we all got a great laugh.
After dinner (now 10:30pm) we ambled our way back to the car. Thankfully, Zac and fallen asleep durning dinner. We arrived "home" at 12:15 am and VERY happy to see our beds.
What an excellent adventure!!
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