This is a travel diary taken from a journey around Spain, Morocco and Gibraltar during the Sept/Oct 1999.

UK£1 = 245pesetas / 16 Moroccan Dirhams (approximate rate at time of travel)

25^th Sept 1999         Madrid

We flew to Madrid from Luton with EasyJet. The ticket was about £70 each for a single. The flight left about twenty minutes late at around 10:50 a.m. It was a very smooth journey. I quite enjoy EasyJet with its cheap prices and no frills attitude - except for the fat that they never seem to have enough sandwiches to go around. Anyway, budget airlines are just what's required for short hop travel in Europe.

On arrival in Madrid we took the airport bus to Plaza Colon (385pts each). We then took the underground to Anton Martin station (200pts each) and walked the short distance to the hostel we had pre-booked. It’s called "Hostal Horizonte". The room we had reserved was en-suite and very nicely decorated. The building was an old traditional style place and the setup was a no-nonsense "here’s your room" type place. No restaurants or lounges. It cost us 7000 pts per night, which was good value for the centre of Madrid. The owner was quite pleasant and helpful.

For more information in the Hostal Horizonte, click  Here .

The Ville Nouvelle is a good place to relax and get away from the old town after a busy, dirty day. I think most Moroccan towns are split into an "old" and "new" town, which gives a good contrast. The French, who ruled Morocco for a while, setup these new towns as their administrative centres. A mix of the old traditional ways and the more modern French influence. We spent a while relaxing, sitting outside a cafe on a nice tree lined boulevard. We could have been in France.

Later on in the day we returned to the little eating-place in the Old city, which we’d found the other day, and enjoyed some nice local food. We ate Tagine (A Moroccan stew – named after the funnel like pot it’s cooked in) and couscous, whilst chatting to the owner and watching the world go by. 

4^th October 1999

We made an early start and ventured up to the Ville Nouvelle to check-out the car hire agents for the best deals. There were plenty of them about, including all the usual names like Budget and Hertz. In the end, Europcar offered us the best deal and we made a booking with them. We took a Pugeot 206 for around 500 Dirhams a day. Not as cheap as we thought, but the best deal we could get. It was worth spending time to shop around, as the prices and deals offered varied a lot.

We ate breakfast and then walked around the area known as "Fès el Jdid". It’s a much quieter area than the old town but still quite interesting, with some wonderful architecture and some great bits of the old city walls left intact. It’s right next to "Fès el Bali" and was once home to the large Jewish community. The houses were different, with windows facing out onto the streets rather than into a courtyard, like they were in Old Fès.

We found a nice park in the middle of the area and sat down in a cafe for a while before wandering back to the "usual" place for lunch.

By the early afternoon it was pretty hot and we decided to head back to the Hotel to relax and read.

In the evening, our last in Fes, we decided to head up to the Ville Nouvelle for dinner. It was really busy trying to get a taxi, and although there was a rank and a "queuing point" it was ignored. In the end I had to use strong-arm tactics to get a petit taxi.

We ate at a place called "La Medalle", which someone had recommended. It was very quiet and the food was pretty good, although a little expensive. 150 Dirhams for a three course meal and drinks. In hindsight I’d have given it a miss and ate in one of the "posh" places in the old city.

5^th October 1999         Er Rachidia.         357 Km.

We got up early and had a final venture into the old city for breakfast before checking out of the Hotel Batha and getting a petit taxi up to the Europcar office. We collected our car without too much hassle, and it was in pretty good condition and drove well. We left around 10:00. After initially getting lost and driving around the outer districts of Fès for a while, we eventually got onto the open road and drove up into the Middle Atlas Mountains.

The route was very scenic, through heavily wooden forests. We passed through Ifrane, which is quite a posh looking place with big alpine style buildings. We carried on up through the forests, on quiet winding roads, until we reached the small town of Azrou, where we stopped for a break.

It’s a nice little place with a good atmosphere. It was market day, so we wandered around for a while, and even bought a few gifts. The air was very clear and the temperature quite pleasant.

As we drove higher, into Cedar forests, we stopped to photograph the views and some monkeys (Barbary Apes) by the roadside. There were some friendly blokes, selling all kinds of fossils and crystals, so we chatted and bargained, and after a while we decided on a price for a few more trinkets to take away with us. The Moroccans really know how to drive a hard bargain, but it was all done in good humour, and to be honest I think the blokes were just happy to speak to someone new.

The road climbed to over 2000M where we passed through a high plateaux of rocky desert and a terrific thunderstorm. It seemed to come in from nowhere. It rained really hard and the wind whipped up, with lightning flashing all around us. Quite spooky.

The road was quiet, although we passed quite a few small villages with people going about their everyday life – herding sheep and stuff like that.

We passed through Midelt, which was a scruffy looking "functional" town and then climbed back up to around 2000M before dropping into the "Ziz Gorge". A very spectacular deep valley, much like the "Grand Canyon" (not so big of course), with a fertile oasis of palm trees running along the banks of the small river below. Quite stunning. There were lots of kids at every scenic point trying to sell figs and other things. The little blighters were quite a pain at times.

The road continued down through the gorge winding around pas old Kasbahs and derelict old villages in quite a stark desert landscape.

We arrived in ErRachidia at around 4:30 p.m. It’s a big flat sprawling place and it was very dusty due to the winds which were blowing quite strongly. We decided to stay at the "M’Daghra Hotel", which seemed to be one the best options. The road it’s on looked like something out of war torn Beirut, but the place itself was fine. Quite pricey at 160 Dirhams per night, but clean and friendly with piping hot showers.

We checked in after paying some young kids some pens and some sweets (to "guard" the car!), then wandered out to look for food. The best place we could find was called the "Imichill" and it was OK. We had "Omelette aux. Fromage", pomme frites and coke for 38 Dirham .

Later on we had a wander around town, but the wind and dust were getting pretty bad, so we returned to the hotel for a coffee before an early night. ErRachidia is not really a place of interest for tourists, it's an administrative centre, but this made it quite a friendly hassle-free place to stay.. I doubted that anyone stayed there for more than one night.

I soon learned that whenever you parked a car in Morocco (no matter where you parked it), a "Guardian" would appear. His job was apparently to guard your car against thieves and the likes. Sometimes the "Guardian" looked official, with a ticket book (as in Arzou), yet other times I was convinced they were just blagging some extra cash out of the tourists. The French have definitely left their mark on Morocco, and tips are expected all the time – even for just a little bit of information like directions.

I remember a really old guy in Fès. I asked him the way and he wanted "money or cigarettes" for the answer. Cheeky old git. In my country if someone asks the way, I tell them (If I know!). it’s one thing asking for a tip for some kind of "service", but to simply give directions is just taking the piss. It made me think about when we were in India. People there would always give you directions, even if they didn't know the way - just to try and impress you with their knowledge!

6^th October 1999         Merzouga         106 Km

We were up and out of the hotel early, arriving at Erfoud at around 9:00 (after getting a bit lost). On the way a group of men in a car, working for the Electricity Company, escorted us into town and gave us some good information. We stopped at one place and a young man dressed in blue robes and headdress appeared  wanting a lift. I told him "No". This was for safety reasons (the old stories about kidnappings and knife-wielding hitchers popped into my head), but I felt really guilty about having to be so abrupt. We were advised by the car hire company not to give any hitchhikers a lift, so we felt we should abide by the rules. Better safe than sorry I suppose.

We had breakfast and met a Spanish couple on a motorbike who were also travelling to the dunes. With the help of the electricity workers, we’d organize a "guide", who was heading to Merzouga, to lead us to the village. He seemed genuine enough – little did we know!

The road ends in Erfoud, and based on what people told me, I didn’t want to try to drive across the desert without someone who had a bit more knowledge. The Spaniards agreed.

The drive was pretty rough, and we were glad we’d took the guide. We got stuck in sand once, but other than that we did OK. Most of the journey was over rough stony desert, and it took about one hour to get to the first village.

This is where things got a bit confusing. We stopped at the village and the "guide" took us to his little "Auberge", It seemed OK, and he seemed pleasant enough, and we sat and drunk tea. This is when the Spanish couple decided that this town wasn’t Merzouga and they were leaving. The "guide" insisted it was. I didn’t know what to think! I remember the electricity company men saying "This man lives in another village – make sure he takes you all the way to Merzouga. You will know where you are by the city gate"! By the time I’d thought about it, the Spaniards had left and I was confused. Dibs didn’t like the bloke at all, and I was beginning to doubt his honesty, but I didn’t want to leave and try to find Merzouga on my own. There were no other guests, it was hot, and we were in the middle of the desert.

To be honest, the village was fine. Very basic, and right next to the huge sand dunes. On the other hand we had wanted to go to Merzouga, and this, as we were sure by now, wasn’t Merzouga. The disappointing thing was that the guy had promised us it was – yet he must have been lying through his teeth. We couldn’t decide whether to get in the car and try to get to where we though we wanted to go, or just accept that we were in the desert, and the main reason we’d come to the desert was to head out into the dunes and spend the night. In the end I went out to see if I could organize camels into the desert and would take it from there. We were both a bit upset I suppose, but were determined not to let it get to us.

I went to speak to the local Berber "camel bloke" and after much bargaining organized an overnight trip. The problem was that the Berber "camel bloke" didn’t speak English – only Arabic, so the "guide" acted as translator. I smelled a rip-off and bargained hard, walked out a few times, but eventually they dropped to what I’d been told would be an "acceptable" price. 700 Dirhams for a guide, camels, food, etc.

We spent a few hours in the village while the camels were "prepared". It wasn’t a bad little place, and the views of the huge rolling sand-dunes, which typify the Sahara desert were spectacular. It really was in the middle of nowhere. The fact that I couldn’t see Merzouga was enough to convince me not to bother going there.

Just after 4:00 we left. Just me, Dibs, 2 camels (one was called Couscous) and Yousef our Berber guide. We trekked through the huge dunes for around two hours until we arrived at a beautiful little oasis. Just a group of palm trees in an otherwise dry, sandy desert. At the top of some of the dunes the view across the vast desert, deep into the Algerian Sahara was awesome.

We unpacked the camels and Yousef made a fire. We had teas and then ate a really tasty meal. It was a mixture of meat and vegetables (Berber Tagine), with unleven bread, and it was very tasty. I was quite surprised. We even had some fresh melon and more mega-sweet peppermint tea. Yousef literally put a fist-sized block of sugar in his small teapot.

It was a beautiful clear night, and later on the other older Berber (who I dealt with earlier) turned up with four Spaniards. We watched a magnificent sunset and then listened to the Berbers singing, before we settled down on the sand for a night under the stars.

7^th October 1999         Dades Gorge.         343 Km

We slept well last night, as it was pretty mild, apart from an hour or so of gusting wind. We got up early to watch the sunrise and did a bit of a walk. Later on we packed up the camels and headed back, in convoy with the Spaniards. It was another beautiful day, and I decided to walk, rather than ride, so that I could take some photographs a bit easier. It took another two hours to get back to the village through the magnificent dunes, which seem to go on forever. It clouded up briefly and even rained for about one minute – which was weird. The Berber explained to me that he hadn’t seen it rain for over a year!

The Spaniards were nice, and staying on another "Auberge" near to us. They though they were in Merzouga too, although by now it clearly wasn’t. I remember wondering if Merzouga would have been any better, and maybe it would have been more crowded. The Berber kept telling me that "Merzouga is very busy and not good dunes". He would though wouldn’t he!

When we got back we decided we’d head on and told "Mohammed" - the owner/guide - that we wanted to leave. He was a bit cheesed off, but agreed to guide us across the dunes to Rissani. It was another trip across the stony desert and was really hard going in places. It took about an hour and I couldn’t believe the car survived!

Rissani is a sprawling, dusty place. We stayed for about an hour and changed some money at a bank before pressing on north back to Erfoud and then cutting across on a smallish road to Tinejdad. The road was quiet, with lots of small villages, and some pretty big sand drifts. At Tinejdad we stopped at a nice little place for a quick lunch before heading on west to "Boumaine du Dades" where we forked off onto the road up the Dades Gorge. We drove about 27km up this winding road to a nice spot with a few hotels. We ended up staying at the "Hotel de Kasbah de le Vallee" which was OK. 150 Dirham per night each, including breakfast and dinner.

The Dades Gorge is beautiful. And the hotel, at around 1500M was cool and quiet. Dibs got off to a bad start. She was promised a hot shower, which turned out to be cold, and the shower flooded. She wasn’t too happy. The management were apologetic and mopped up the flood, then I myself enjoyed a piping hot shower, just to infuriate her even more! I needed it as I was minging!

We sat out under the stars, talking about our great trip into the desert. It was a wonderful experience, if not a little marred by the bullshit and hassle and ripping off. A vanload of backpackers arrived and we sat chatting to some Americans and Australians for a while before enjoying a really good dinner. We sat chatting until late.

The driving was going OK and the car was doing well, although I felt sorry for the poor little Pugeot. It was taking a real battering, but the only problem so far was a broken headlamp. The roads aren’t too bad, but are less than two cars wide at parts, which means you have to go off-road onto the gravel at times. It seemed like the locals were very reluctant to do this, so we spent a lot of time there, and of course the usual "Asian/African road rule of thumb applied" – size wins. So, driving a little car gave us little power, although I was slowly turning into a more aggressive driver!

8^th October 1999

We slept well last night as it was very quiet and cool. Breakfast was the usual bread, butter and apricot jam (it’s always apricot!). We did a great walk for about three hours up into the gorge and into the Atlas Mountains. We walked along dry riverbeds and through steep chasms and passed some shepherds with their goats. It was beautiful and pretty quiet. We could have gone further, but by mid afternoon it was very hot. Stunning scenery all around.

We returned to "base" and relaxed, spending the evening chatting to more travellers. It seemed that lots of people from Marrakesh were going on bus tours from "Ali’s hotel" and all of them were stopping at the hotel. None of them seemed too happy with the trip.

It was good to talk to other travellers and get information on places were we had yet to visit, and to give them tips on what we’d done. We ate more good food at the hotel for dinner.

9^th October 1999         Zagora         288 Km

We left at around 08:00 after the "usual" breakfast and had a very pleasant drive down the gorge with hardly any traffic. We stopped to take the occasional photograph or simply admire the views.

The drive onwards toward Ouarzazate was through a dry rocky landscape with the odd "Palmerie" and some interesting Kasbahs, both intact and ruined. Quite a lot to see and it would have been easy to stop at sites all day long.

We reached Ouarzazate at around noon. We stocked up on supplies at a supermarket and had a break from the driving. Petrol was pretty cheap so we filled up before moving on. The town seemed quite "posh" compared to what we’d seen in the region, and even had golf courses – right in the middle of the desert.

From Oarzazate we headed east over a high mountain pass with very small twisting roads, to a town called Agdz. The road was pretty quiet and the scenery was spectacular. As we passed through one village, the kids, as usual, ran around in the road playing "chicken" and getting quite near to the car. This time I actually clipped one (the little fella actually ran into the wing of the car). He went down but seemed Ok, so we drove on! It always seems that the boys run around in the roads being silly and doing little else, while the girls are always carrying pots or buckets of water, and generally doing all the hard work.

We stopped quite a bit more on the way to Zagora and arrived in the town at around 2:00 ish. The weather had kicked up a bit and it started to rain, which in itself was quite interesting. We decided to spend the day around Zagora and relax.

We checked into "La Palmerie" which is a nice hotel with a pool, bar, etc. The room was nice and cost 165 Dirham plus an optional 80 Dirham for breakfast and dinner. We had a quick beer by the pool and then headed to our room to relax. The "Guardian" collared me for "watching my car" but I never saw him go anywhere near it!

In the evening we ate at the hotel and enjoyed some delicious food whilst watching a local Berber group sing and dance. The bloke on the drum looked just like the Man Utd striker Andy Cole, and he played with a man on the fiddle and two dancing/singing ladies – fatty and skinny. Lots of singing, dancing, high-pitched whaling and some belly dancing to top it off. Top entertainment. They seemed to gather great pleasure from embarrassing the guests! The food was very nice and I quite liked the place.

It chucked it down with rain all night.

10^th October 1999         Ouarzazate         238 Km

We woke early and after a quick look around Zagora we headed back up towards Agdz. The rain had created some floods and we passed through some pretty high water. I was doubtful the car would make some of the floods, which reached over two feet, but it made it OK, and we reached Agdz eventually. It was all quite an adventure. Nearly all the rivers we crossed had burst their banks.

We stopped for refreshments and looked at some carpets. After much viewing, haggling and tea drinking we agreed to buy a large rug, which was really nice, for 3600 Dirham – around 230 quid. The shop was run by a couple of young lads, who were really nice, and we spent quite a while chatting to them. At the end of the deal, everyone was smiling, and they managed to pack the rug up tightly for me to transport back.

We continued on to Ouarzazate and drove around before checking into the "Hotel Bab Sahara" for 120 Dirhams per night. Pretty cheap and nasty, but we couldn’t find anything else that was suitable.

After we dropped our stuff off we decided to drive up to Ait Benhadduo, which was rough going in all the rain and mud, but worthwhile. I’d wanted to wait until the sun came out, but they way the weather was going, we could be waiting for ages.

The place is quite a spectacular old Kasbah, and one of the best knows sights in Morocco. The whole place was boggy and wet and to make things worse some 4x4 off-road contest was going on. We got caked in mud.

On the way back we gave a Minibus driver a lift as he’d ran out of petrol, and had a quick bite to eat in town before heading back to our grim room! Not the best of afternoons.

We phoned a few hotels in Marrakesh, but they were full, and we ended up going slightly higher than our budget planned and booked into the "Grand Hotel du Tazi". We ate at the "Renaissance Café" which was cheap and tasty, then had a roam around the souq and streets before heading to bed.

11^th October 1999         Marrakesh         204 Km

An early start again at 7:45 and we drove all the way to Marrakesh. It took us 5 hours to do 200 KM. The road was twisting and wet and quite steep in parts as we made our way up into the High Atlas Mountains and over passes higher than 2000M. It was very spectacular and quite a scary drive, but the rain was coming down and the cloud low, which was a shame. Still – we were glad to leave Ouarzazate because the river was flooding and we only just managed to drive through it. We could have ended up stranded there. One of the problems of being on a tight schedule is the fact that you cannot simply hang around waiting for the weather to improve.

We stopped just outside the city and had a coffee before taking on the traffic. It was complete mayhem as predicted. The streets were full to the brim. We didn’t go too wrong and got to the hotel without too many hassles. In fact, the driving was entertaining with lots of traffic (four and two wheeled) and not many road rules. I had a minor collision with a fat woman on a scooter, but she reacted like it was an everyday thing.

The hotel was Ok and our room was good, although the first room they showed us wasn’t. We even had a TV. It cost 340 Dirhams per night including breakfast and dinner + 20% off lunch if we wanted it. The location was good – very near to all the "action". It seemed that the hotel was probably once quite grand, but was now getting a little rough at the edges. We ate lunch in the restaurant, which was superb. The only thing that bothered me, was that the hotel had lots of people working for it just hanging around, all looking to give "help" or "advice" to the unsuspecting guest. All this was in the search of a tip of course, and they were quite blatant about it.

One fat moustachioed fella particularly bugged me. I took some laundry down, which he counted out and inspected, before telling me "Don’t forget my tip… and the cleaners tip too". When I tried to explain to him that he was rude, he just pretended to ignore me. He didn’t get a tip.

We drove to the Europcar office to return the car, and managed OK with not too many wrong turns. We handed the car back (after paying another "Guardian"). It had done us proud, and after checking it out the only damage was the headlamp, which cost us 80 Dirham. The funny thing was that the woman who checked the car told us we’d have to pay for the damage. She then phoned her "uncle" who would give us a "very good price of 80 Dirham – much cheaper!". Funny how things work. We agreed and paid her the money. Europcar even gave us a lift back to the hotel – which was nice.

We spent the rest of the day relaxing and sleeping. We ate at the hotel – which was again excellent and slept well.

Total KM for 7 days = 1536.

12^th October 1999

Woke up to bright sunshine. We ate the "usual" fare for breakfast in the hotel and then walked to the train station. It took about twenty minutes and we were glad we got there early to sort out our train travel for a few days time. We reserved a 1^st class "couchette" on the night train to Tangier on Thursday. It cost 580 Dirham for the two of us. Very good value.

We had a wander around the Ville Nouvelle and visited the extremely useless tourist office before wandering back to the old town. The hub of activity – the "Place Djemaa El Fna" is a huge square full of life. It’s like the whole of Marrakesh revolves around it. We found a place to have lunch, which had a great view over the square. Although it was a little overpriced, it was worth it to sit and watch the action down below.

It got pretty hot in the afternoon, so we took a siesta and then ventured back into the old town at around 4:00, when it was cooling down a bit. We took a long leisurely stroll around the souqs and bought a few presents for people back home. Bargaining was hard, but we were getting tough again! It was quite a pleasure to stop in the shops, sit and look at carpets and the likes. Most shopkeepers were pretty pleasant and we had some good fun. We bought a small carpet, which cost us 880 Dirham. The price started at 4100 Dirham. Just goes to show how some people get ripped off.

The square really came to life in the evening and was absolutely packed by sunset. It was full of snake charmers, storytellers, fire-eaters, water-sellers and various other entertainers and merchants. We took some photos (at a small cost of course) and walked around watching the activity. There were at least fifty carts selling fresh orange juice, which was very cheap and delicious – around 2 Dirham for a big glass.

We got to the hotel later on and had a couple of drinks before enjoying another really good feed. I noticed that the bar was full of gay men. It was pretty obvious that this was one of Marrakesh's gay bars. The waiter (who was also openly gay) was quite friendly and talked at length to us about Princess Diana. He was almost in tears!

At night the rain came in again and a storm broke out. The air conditioning unit in our room (half inside half outside as they are) had some exposed wires which would every so often spark and crackle, with the occasional small explosion! Very dodgy!

Marrakesh is a fantastic city. Probably not as mystical and mediaeval feeling as Fès though. It’s more cosmopolitan, less "Arab" in feeling, and definitely attracts more tourists.

13^th October 1999

We had the usual breakfast (again!) and then wandered out early. Another sunny start. We visited the museum, which took some finding. It was very interesting, and set in a beautiful old house. We spent quite some time there and then wandered the old town until noon.

In the afternoon we sat by the hotel pool and had a swim before it got too hot and it was siesta time again.

Later on in the day we returned to the souq to do a bit more shopping and browsing another storm blew in, and blew out. Spent the evening in the square and back at the hotel.

14^th October 1999

Spent the day visiting a few more sites in Marrakesh, such as the wonderful Mosques, and then checked out in the early evening. Later inspection of our receipt showed that the hotel had failed to charge us for laundry or some meals – which was a bonus!

We got to the station, which was quiet, and boarded the train just before departure time of 9:00. The 1^st class couchettes were very pleasant and had four roomy bunks. We shared with two English lads – Tim and Jason, who were good fun. The cabin was locked up and a porter provided us with blankets and pillows – which was nice!

15^th October 1999         Gibraltar

The journey was Ok, although a little noisy, and we arrived at Tangiers at around 6:00 a.m. bang on time. We shared a taxi with some African blokes to the ferry port and bought a ticket from a dodgy looking man who was scampering around outside. The ticket was valid, but he seemed very shifty and we did the "deal" around the back of a shed!

We got the 7:00 sailing to Algericas, and the journey was pretty quick, taking around two hours. Once there we said goodbye to Tim and Jason and walked to the bus station. We just missed the 12:00 bus to La Linea (next to Gibraltar), so waited about 30 minutes for the next one. The driver of the 12:00 bus saw us running but ignored us. Twat.

The bus took 35 minutes to get to La Linea, and we just walked across the border into Gibraltar and got a cab to the Queens Hotel. It’s a nice place and cost us £40 per night, which is not bad.

Gibraltar is a weird place. A mixture of England and Spain with a real mix of people – Spanish, English, Welsh, Scottish, Irish, Jewish, Indian and Moroccan (all counted in one afternoon!). There are plenty of British soldiers milling around and a definite bias towards "all things British", such as teashops and pubs.

We dropped off our bags and headed straight to a little pub for a full breakfast (me) and Steak ‘n’ Ale Pie (Dibs) washed down with a pint. We then wandered to another pub to watch the rugby, which I watched whilst Dibs had a leg wax. It was a good atmosphere and full of "squaddies".

Following all this, and the long journey, we returned to the hotel for an early night and some well-deserved rest.

16^th October 1999

Gibraltar is tax-free so some streets are lined with shops selling watches, booze, cigarettes, etc at very cheap prices. The High Street could have in any town in England. Other than this, Gibraltar is a good place to spend a day or two. The rock itself is awesome and the history of the town is enough to keep you going for a while.

I had a bad stomach, which was quite ironic. Weeks of "exotic" foods then I get ill on a fry-up and English beer!

We did a bit of shopping before heading to the cable car, which took us up to the top of "The Rock". It was £4.90 each. The views from the huge rock were fantastic and we had a good walk back down along the pathways. There were lots of the famous Apes along the way, and some of them were very bold.

We walked quite a way around Gibraltar to the Nelson Exhibition and the "100 ton gun". Not many people there and the bloke even let us in for free. It was well worth the visit and showed some good history about the place.

After a wander around town and a bite to eat, we got a cab up to the airport to get our flight back in the evening.

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