A delight to be bicycling down the road again

     I rallied early, having organized my gear and route the night before. Left Tarifa at 9:00 and climbed for over an hour. The rain spared me for all but for all but an hour and the wind was pushing me the whole way. Navigating through Algeciras was a bit tricky but I finessed it. As I  passed out of the city limits on a quite country road, I came across three huge storks nests with the parents in residence.  Each nest had been built on concrete power line poles. They posed for me as a took several pictures.  Denmark was the last time I had seen these guy.  They are endangered.
      Finally, as I created a hill, there off in the distance was Gibraltar, what a site. Thinking I was closing in on it, my gps caught me off guarded and sent me on a circuitous hilly loop around a small city. You can not trust the damn devices.  These hair brain routes are a constant problem when on the road.  If you don’t have an intuitive sense of where you are going, these navigational apps will, screw you up “bad”.  Siri said I was not being very nice when I told her what I thought of the Google pukie  geeks who designed the system.  Finally, after an really aggravating flier over hill and dale, I got back on track.  The rock being so big, it took several miles longer to get to the border crossing.  The traffic intensified and the roads narrowed but the cars gave me plenty of space.  Four and half hours after departing Tarifa, I arrived at the Emile Hostel. Hard to believe but is the only hostel in town, the hotel prices are wildly expensive. The place is not any great shakes but it is clean, the shower hot and the bed comfortable. After cleaning up, I hoofed into the old town, across the street no less.  Fun place and very British.  I found a place to lay back and have a tall English draft, a small snack, ending up with a glass of Port.  Tomorrow I will assault the rock via a taxi tour. It is the most efficient way to see the tunnels and anything else up there worth seeing.  Down in town, I will try to take in the British War Museum among a few other sites, time permitting.  It is funny how Spain wants to take possession of the Rock. The Bristish have been there since around 1705.  Can you see the British trying to lay claim to the United States!  Spain, get a life!