Gibraltar

We flew into Gibraltar and crossed over into Spain to find our campsite on the outskirts of La Linea, the city opposite Gibraltar. The next day we went back to Gibraltar to spend the day there. A picture of the rock taken across no man's land. Unfortunately the sun is behind the rock so so can really only see the shape.

The airport runs the width of the strip of land that connects the rock to the mainland. To get to the town, you need to walk across the centre of the runway. This is the airport terminal.

Looking down one of the main shopping streets, and despite the sun and tee shirts, the Christmas decorations are already up.

The Governor's residence and former convent...

...and the building opposite which I have already forgotten what was inside.

One of several breaches made in the city walls to allow traffic to circulate better. 

I walked along the western coast road to the southern tip of the rock at Europa Point. There are gun emplacements here and an old lighthouse.

And there is also a mosque although where it is here and what the history is I have no idea.

This time that I was here I walked to the top of the rock. Now a days there is a cable car and so I took that instead as I only had a day to see everything. They are not apes but barbary macaques, a type of tails monkey and the only wild population in Europe.

A picture from the top of the rock back towards the famous pinnacle of rock that can be seen from the airport.

There is also a view of the end of the runway jutting into the bay. The breakwater and marina beyond the runway are in Spain.

A couple of the monkeys playing on the rocks.

A view of the marina on the Gibraltar side.

A view of the shipping in the bay.

A cemetery. A little disappointing as it is fairly plain and tucked away and despite the number of years that the rock has been occupied, it is small.

The limestone is strong and ideal for tunnelling. There are natural caves where Neolithic man lived but there are also dozens of tunnels bored into the rock for storage, barracks, shelter and even a hospital built and known as St Michaels Cave.

On the way back to the campsite, I recrossed the runway and walked through a park. Here was one of several emplacements created by the Spanish to observe and control the border.