I’m grossly behind on blogs, so I will post one a day for the next few days, stay on your toes.
The weekend of March 27th, my friend Emily and I were pretty pumped to go check out the monkeys that infamously run the city of Gibraltar (I’m not trying to insult British people). Apparently, the city is cool enough, but the main attraction are the monkeys that greet you upon your arrival via bus. Well, one thing we did not plan on was staying out until 4 am the night before we had to be up at 8 am to catch a 4 hour bus to monkey-city, so needless to say things didn’t go as planned.
Gibraltar is actually a territory of England. The people all speak English, use the Pound, and pledge allegiance to the Queen. Although this is an interesting tidbit to tell your friends, it also sucks because you need to bring a passport just to pass the border. Emily seemed to be on top of it, but I- although I was early to our meeting point- forgot to bring my passport. We got to the bus just in time to watch it leave. After checking the bus schedule for alternative plans we decided to go to Cadiz (If you remember from the earlier blog, this is the same city where Carnaval took place). It wound up being a very attractive beach-city, not like the wasteland it was during Carnaval. We walked around a little, found the beach, and walked for a few hours pausing to watch kite-surfers, normal surfers, and people just playing on the beach. To my disappointment, the water was too cold to swim in, but we still had a really good time.