Gibraltar

From Malaga we went to Gibraltar, from where you can already see Africa! At the border we were revised, perhaps because of our trailer that could look a little suspicious. Entering the Gibraltar it’s easy to forget about Spanish reality, they all speak English with an appropriate, british accent. Every few meters you can meet London's red booth, etc. However, views differed from the English one. It was so late when we arrived that the only thing we could do was looking around for a place of accommodation. We found a nice car parking, overlooking the sea, we pumped quickly mattresses and went to sleep. The next day we woke up thinking about breakfast at the beach in the background the outline of Africa! Again like in the movie ... the beaches there were large and spreading, in the morning without of single human being, what allowed us to bathe. After breakfast, we wanted to go up the Gibraltar hill to see the monkeys and views. Bravely we took the hill to a point where the police was stationed. They stopped us and said: if you just do not turn around with the trailer we'll have to arrest you, all of you (he said it with a typical englishman smile and warmth). We didin’t noticed and a few seconds later we were already at the bottom. The queue for entry to the top was about 1 km, so we also resigned from waiting in the sun. We stopped for a moment to see the enormity of the top from the bottom and decided that we go on! 

Next stop: Tarifa