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... What I also love is this mix of English and Spanish cultures. Seeing those little English children with their Spanish nannies, the staff in shops who is bilingual, it is just my sort of place! We have been going to Church every day since we have been here and we are making big progress with our study of "A Course in Miracles", it is perfect. During our stay here we have done a lot of walking and have got to know this 6km ...
... and back managed to fall out, half sinking the kayak. We then switched the kayaks for canoes and took them down along the coast of Gibraltar to the next docks. Bringing them back to the military docks; we played pirate canoes where you had to knock the others off their canoe, you weren't allowed to sit down. In the evening we went back to the camp slowly, stopping off at a few shops on the way. ...
... Not many others did..
Out of 12 of us only 2 of us made it out in the end. My roommate Riley and me. Drinking antics ensued, involved swimming in a luxury cruise liners swimming pool. We ended up back in the square. The night finally finished as we queued for our mandatory kebab, we watched a navy man climb the town's christmas tree. He made it to the top just before the military police arrived, escorting him back to his ...
... the fery itself in an effort to escape across to the mainland. Our visit to Gibraltar was an unexpected surprise. Far from being an isolated outpost Gibraltar is a vibrant community - English occupied with a population of 30,000 - with a very rich history dating back to the Moors in the 8 th century. Lord Nelson was brought here after his defeat at Trafalgar and the winding narrow streets and historical buildings are very reminiscent ...
... what seem to be the middle of nowhere, overloaded trucks, overloaded vans and overloaded cars. We are definitely not in Europe anymore! We were heading to the historic city of Fes and as we got closer the green mountains turned into arid brown hills.
Once we arrived into Fes we had a vague idea of how to find our campsite. However, we were soon talking to a man on a motorbike as he was riding alongside the van. He had great English and wanted to ...