Buenavista Estepona

... many of us who finished off our bottles over the course of the night. I ended up staying up pretty late talking to a Kiwi, Craig. <br><br>Other comments I have. The tents are quite nice and they look VERY durable which is particularly important. We divided into cook crews and I somehow ended up on two. Weird, the North American group (me plus my Canadians) put me on theirs and Pete and Craig thought I was going to be with them. I decided to stay with ...

... No words or pictures could fully capture the essence of this city, you just have to be there to fully experience its beauty. I then explored the city, going to places that are not commonly visited by tourists, I did some shopping, had a beer and tapas at a small restaurant and then walked through the park. Unfortunately, the day was cut short due to time restrictions and I did not have the chance to do everything I wanted to do but I will definitely be back.

... mes nuits dans la nature.. et bien je la revis un peu avec lui et lire ce livre me sert en quelque sorte d'exutoire... Je ne compare pas son aventure avec mon voyage, nous n'avons pas les mêmes sources d'angoisse (lui, c'est les ours!!!!).. mais il délire sur un endroit où il décide de camper un soir et explique "mon esprit chercher à se distraire, à fuir les pensées négatives qui renaissent à chaque tombée de la nuit"<br>Nous ...

... off we drove, up the mountain and into our Gibraltar Adventure. Our first stop was at the Pillars of Hercules, where legend says Hercules broke the land bridge between Europe and Africa and pushed the continents apart. This is the site that the ancient Greeks refer to as the Pillars of Hercules. Out next stop was at St. Michaels Caves. This is a series of natural caverns formed by water erosion. They have found evidence of cavemen in the caverns and today it serves not only as a ...

... bribes like the last time I went through Malaga. Got the rental car and started heading west, along the coast, opting to take the slow road through the center of towns. I was expected lots of hotels along the beaches, but the entire distance from Malaga to Estepona is buildings: mostly hotels and restaurants, or holiday apartments. Most are reasonably attractive, but one only receives glimpses of the sea. Still, it was a lovely day - clear but windy and cold ...

... tight that the driver essentially had to make a several point turn in our little van to get around them). I told Martin this and he shared with me that he has vertigo too, but he has gotten used to it. We went by some houses and private cars and Martin explained that these were the only houses on the upper Rock as they are historical and were originally for the officers. We arrived at the siege tunnels and were given 15 minutes to get to the end and ...

... fearless Barbary macaques climb and play and sleep and eat and procreate. They are everywhere and not afraid to get up and close with tourists. We saw one little monkey surprise an innocent French woman by jumping on her back and stealing an orange from her purse. He proceeded to the nearest perch and devoured it in about 30 seconds. The monkeys and incredible views from the top of the rock made the visit worthwhile (see pics). The fish and chips, however, were a definite let down.

... our lunch by walking to the top, which it turned out was not as difficult as it looked. At the top of the cable car route, a group of the Barbary Macaques (the only wild monkeys in Europe, excluding italian drivers) were having fun ripping into the plastic bags so foolishly dropped by another group of surprised tourists. They must have figured out that a group of girls will drop any bag they are carrying and recoil if you ambush them as they come out of the ...

... my quick refreshment I took a walk further out along the beach. Here we found an artist sculpting fine sand-structures on the beach. A large crocodile was just getting it's final touches as we arrived. Adjacent to the sand sculptures was a large monument. Although due to myself and Amée's lack of Spanish we did not know what it was supposed to represent (unfortunately I don't ...

... air raid left 3 direct hits on my backpack. It was hot, maybe 80deg F. I was sweaty and my hair was disheveled but I finally reached the bottom. I wanted a beer. I needed a beer. I went straight to the nearest pub I saw, a local dive with a few regulars speaking a mix of Australian, English and Scottish accents. In I come, an American wearing a "Dutch Army" t-shirt looking like a crazed maniac, all sweaty and carrying a bag ...