In Marbella we spot a young lady who appears to be suffering a minor wardrobe malfunction.
The new traffic island near the old Queen's cinema in Gibraltar has been proceeding for several years but looks like it may actually be finished this year. Or perhaps not.
I seem to remember there being a dog here on our last visit to this narrow alley in Gibraltar?
More narrow streets on our way to Cheers.
Once there I forsake my diet of bacon sandwiches to try the spare rib. It is OK but makes me glad I am not Jewish.
In the morning I spot the Defence Police out defending us from whatever it is that is going to attack us. Big waves,
by the look of it.
When my girlfriend goes down in the lift she finds a large monkey which has taken advantage of the morons who leave
the front door open all the time. SHUT THE BLOODY DOOR MORONS. I needed that.
Later she spots the monkey on further visits round the town.
If you want to meet new people, just try hitting a rock that somebody has left in the road. Grrrr.
Eventually we get home on the tiny spare wheel. But where did the jack and the pump go?
We go to Vejer for another test of our tapas bar, Normally I am not keen on tapas but rules were made to be broken.
Gibraltar is now very much in bloom - summer has finally arrived.
Where have they been all year? Do they row south to avoid the winter and then come back in the spring?