Over the border crossing and then by crossing the international airport I arrived to Gibraltar. The primary language changed, but also the architecture, or for example the city furniture (phone booths, postal boxes, litter bins all in traditional British style). The Gibraltar Rock is really steep and therefore offers beautiful views across the sea and into all directions. In this sense I was lucky already with my accommodation – which had a private terrace with a casual view at the entire city, two seas, three countries and two continents.
The Rock itself is a natural park, offering all kinds of attractions: far views in all directions, forts and underground bunkers built since the Arab rule, throughout the Spanish-English wars all the way to the World War II. And off course the nature, with its main local tourist attraction: the macaques. I was lucky with them: to use the morning cool temperatures I climbed up early, via the most direct and steep route, which therefore isn’t the most popular for other tourists. So I could get close to entire macaque families in a calm way. Later arrived the tourists coming by the funicular and their approach was different: first, after you see a monkey, start screaming and jumping. Then, after a while, entire large family must push themselves close to the ape for the best picture. The result: in a short while one family lost its snacks, after a macaque in a split of a second opened the bag of one of them and took all the content, two girls ended up being scratched. I was probably less exciting, so I only served as a temporary climbing toy.