Busy day in Gibraltar

   So when am I going to be here next?  More than likely, never.  So I had a lot to see today.  The taxi tour as they call it was the best; twenty five British pounds, sharing it with three Danes got me  one heck of a thorough look see of the rock, monkies included.  Chris, from three generations of taxi drivers on the Rock, wounds us up the narrow road to the top, stopping along the way. He told us not to use our seatbelts because we would be getting in and out if the van so much. Sitting in the passenger seat I figured if he drove off the edge, a seat belt would be useless by the time we hit the bottom.  First stop were the tunnels, both man made and natural.  The nature ones would rival Carlsbad caverns, with a light show to enhance the experience. Next stop, the top where the monkies were everywhere and views absolutely dazzling.  The Straits of Gibraltar, Africa, the surrounding cities, shear drop offs looking down at beaches and resorts, the huge tankers anchored everywhere...it was sensational.  Coming down our final stop was a moorish castle fortification built in the eighth century.  It was still very high up above the city and had majestic presence.  My iPhone was clicking pictures the whole time.  Once at sea level, I headed over to the Gibraltar museum, located on top of Moorish and Spanish subterranean ruins.  Not much this museum didn’t cover, humans having been here for thousands of years.  Neolithic period, Moors, Spanish and now the British.  There are seventy-five hundred British families on the peninsula and the rest are a mixture of Italians, Spanish and whoever. Many of the non British are full blooded Gibraltans.  After four hours of absorbing the history and scenery of this rock, I threaded myself over to the watèrfront for a first class lunch, red wine included.  Back to the Hostel after a grocery stop for road food, I took a nap, read and headed out around seven for another culinary delight.  Coming out of the restaurant, the skies had opened again. Tomorrow is more of the same.  Nevertheless, I am off to Estepona in the morning rain or shine. All I want is the wind to my back, light traffic and nothing more than light rain... god willing!