Day 43 - England in Spain

We really liked Chiclana de la Frontera and the three of us felt we could easily have spent a few days there. There weren't any high rise buildings hogging the sun, or thousands of tourists. The beach front had a sprinkling of cafes, a wide walking path and a lovely beach. Just a nice amount of people were around and it was hard to pack up and leave after coffee on the lawn in front of our hotel.

On our way to Gibraltar we stopped at the seaside town of Algeciras for lunch where K & Sue thought they had ordered a fish to share but a large seafood platter arrived instead, of course they had no choice but to scoff the lot. Sue was going to stay with friends in Spain just on the other side of Gibraltar so we shared a last drink at a cafe on the edge of the cliff overlooking the Mediterranean before dropping her off, then driving to La Linea de la Concepcion on the Spanish side of the border with Gibraltar. 

The Rock of Gibraltar is large and imposing and the border is a narrow strip of land at the start of the peninsula. We had to drop the rental car off at Gibraltar airport, there was a slight glance at our passports by the border guard then we were waved straight through. After leaving the car we walked across the airport tarmac until we arrived at the first marina area in Gibraltar. Everything was in English and money was in pounds, it also seemed that all of the the tourists were British, which makes sense as Gibraltar is a British territory.