Hostal Bahia de Algeciras
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The start of the big journey Caroline
Today is cloudy, cool and drizzling,so we have decided to leave to get to Algerciras today. This is where the ferry to Morocco leaves from. So it was a matter of more washing and drying the washing from yesterday and then packing . The campsite operator was so rude yesterday , that Tim and I decided to go to the office together( safety in numbers!) and let him know we would be leaving at around 3 pm, siesta time, and asked him ...
At Sea Between Valencia and Casablanca
... to go with the main courses that had fennel seeds on them. Yum! Then we walked over to the St. John’s Co-Cathedral, the really famous one with unbelievably baroque interior and the Caravaggio painting of the beheading of St. John the Baptist. Although originally built quite plain inside, it later was decorated in about the most baroque style either of us has ever seen. Totally over the top. I don’t understand Maltese ...
Grandpa has had enough!
... into Spain we realise that the Spanish cross regularly to buy cheap cigarettes and it semmed to attract a certain kind of spainyard. Happy and content, we enjoy the hotel and chill for the evening.
The next day, the VW mechanics can't even look at grandpa until Friday (three days) and they might not be able to even get parts. Spending the morning on phones with RAC, and our friend Maggie (fantastic help) to translate ...
Cheap alcohol and jewellry - that's it!
The view once you step off the cruise ship wasn't the most welcoming (see picture). However, having had 4 straight sea days, any change of scenery was appreciated! Walking out of the terminal and straight into the Gibraltar sunshine was freshing - until Cockney-sounding taxi drivers shout their best prices at you, and you catch sight of all the nearby construction work. This should be out of place in the Mediterranean, but I ...
Men are from Spain, Women are from Morocco
... the food to come.
After dinner it was a quick walk around town, stopping at a gelato shop for a scoop of really bad melon gelato, and it was back to the hostal for the evening. Though it's a small town and the streets had died down completely, there was a lot of ruckus coming from Plaza Ruiz just outside our window - a nearby bar was going until the wee hours of the morning, with raucous singing and talking echoing through the streets.
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