This place is just about 4 kilometers past the Gibralter boarder crossing right by the Mediterranean as if on the way to Malaga. The wind had died down a bit from yesterday but still blowing well and the road from Tarifa takes you, very sharply, up a small mountain and down the other side to Gib. I really do not know what was worse; the going up or the coming down the other side. In a car, no problems but our 3 meter high old bus certainly got blown about a bit and more than a bit when crossing the viaducts on the way. Elaine said it was a white knuckle ride for her. Just as well I hadn’t told her that it had been the same for me. Then we saw the rock and hit the queues waiting to cross the boarder and the Aires we had in mind were not where they were supposed to be so we drove on here. Our friends Tom and Jo are heading here tomorrow so we will visit Gibralter together.
As we had been on just a car park for three nights the lap top had gone flat so I couldn’t add any pictures to accompany the last blog. Elaine was a little disappointed so here they are.
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