The day is cold and wet and Zenith has decided to leave Gibraltar - I can quite see why.
This strange looking ship is the Bourbon Surf.
This is the USS De Wert (FFG-45 sliding out of Gibraltar this morning at about 10.30am - probably hoping that I would still be in bed. Sorry guys.
Finally, the sun really comes out and we set off full of optimism. The plan is to walk to the beach in La Linea about 2.8
miles away but by the time we reach the airport we are defeated - it is roasting hot and we sit on the roof of the
terminal building looking at the solitary airplane which turns out to be a
Cessna 560XL Citation XLS CS-DXY,
owned by Warren Buffett's Netjets. Nice plane, Warren
Finally, we catch a number 3 bus home - much safer than a jet albeit slightly less glamorous.
It is a week since we got back to Gibraltar from Germany so we set out to see if the new Primark in Algeciras is open. As
we cross the border I remark that the border guards look at us in the same way that a farmer looks at his sheep. "Yes!" my
girl-friend replies "As objects of desire". Well, that is not quite what I meant but she may have a point.
When we get to Primark we are amazed top find it is in full operation!
From there we go to
Castillo de Castellar
which now features a magnificent hotel only spoiled by the surly receptionists.
This is made up for by the nice cat we meet on the way back.
Then on the way down the huge hill we come across a
helicopter parked by the side of the road. Seems that
is the Spanish Ministry of the Environment and Maritime matters so I guess they need a big tough chopper.
Late in the afternoon we decide to go to the Pizzaghetti factory in Irish Town for something to eat. The meal is really good but a few minutes after we leave my girlfriend announces that we have left the camera behind. We rush back but of the camera there is no sign. Much later, we get home and there is the camera - patiently waiting for us. Hurrah!
We set of for Marbella and manage to park for free right on the front where a really beautiful girl walks past us while
we wait for a light to turn green.
Later we walk along the beach watching the para gliding - maybe next year.