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In the afternoon we go to Marbella - the sun comes out but then it starts to rain. On the way back we notice that the enormous hole in the ground next to Aqa has turned into a fast growing block of flats. Amazing!
In the afternoon the weather is beautiful and we wander down town. The whole of Gibraltar has had the same idea and it is absolutely heaving with people.
Fooled again - the weather is absolutely vile.
In the afternoon we eat at Pizzaghetti in Irish Town - good as usual
At mid-day I look up to see a couple of boats racing across the harbour. Nothing unusual about that - it happens all
the time. But when I look closer I realise that this is our gallant lads singeing the beard of the Dons. Or anyway,
seeing off the Guardia Civil.
Soon afterwards the British Jets ("hurrah") start coming over - watch it, Manuel, or we'll zap you. Makes you
proud to be British.
Now Gibraltar may have very annoying buzz bikes. OK, they do have very annoying buzz bikes. But nobody does washing
quite like the Gibraltarians. If they lived in New York, the Statue of Liberty would have knickers hanging from the torch
and bras draped over its head.
Also very big in scenery ...
... and plucky little fishing boats ...
... and steps
At about mid-day we finally set off for England! Not by plane but by ferry from Bilbao. Since the ferry leaves on Sunday
morning we decide to take a leisurely stroll up through Spain
On the way we pass a couple of solar farms that have been badly effected by storms - you would have thought that was a
predictable hazard but evidently not. We spend the night at the Alfonso VIII in Plasencia where I recognise some of the
bread rolls in the restaurant from our last visit. The waiter insists they are fresh but we know better.
The next day we do a series of diversions to look at tourist traps suggested by the Tom Tom. It turns out to be a tour
of churches. One of which is host to a whole tribe of storks
In the evening we stay at what used to be called the Sheraton in Bilbao but is now called the Miele. The main restaurant
is empty at 9.00pm and we soon discover why - it is ludicrously expensive. We retreat to the bar which has a really
excellent choice of food and we retire fat and happy.
Apart from this the Miele is wonderful and very efficient - pricey though.
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