In the few hours we spent in the UK on the Rock of Gibraltar, we did all the English-y things that seemed right for the setting. We ate luncheon at the pub, took the tram to the crest of the Rock, photographed the famous Barbary macaques, which are technically apes but look a lot like tailless monkeys, I bought my UK Country Living Magazine at a newsstand and we listened to English all day long. We didn’t shop at Marks & Spencer but could have.
The summit rises 1,400 feet high and is the thing of legends, the only place from which you can see two seas and two summits (the other on the North African side) from one place.
Late in the day, we rode the red double-decker bus, crossed the ‘frontier’ back into Spain, picked up our car and headed for Tarifa, a trendy surf-town buzzing with the young, tanned and fit and bought tickets for our ferry ride to Tangier the next day.
