We started the morning in the supermarket on the hunt for a cheap breakfast. We then walked to where the map said there was a park to eat. As it turned out, this park was a desolate concrete plaza.
Nearby there was a bullfighting museum, which we wanted to visit, only to find it closed.
We walked back to Plaza de Constitution, where we finally found a shady spot to eat. The temperature here is the mildest it’s been since Bordeaux, but the humidity is an absolute killer.
After our late breakfast, we walked along the beach on the port-side of town and kept going to get a look at the coastal area of La Linea. On the way, we passed through some markets where Roberta bought a sarong skirt.
The beaches, when we finally found them, were duds. Grey and black sand, dirty looking water, rubbish everywhere and because of the fog, you could hardly see five meters in front of you.
We then made the long walk back into town, where we stopped for lunch at an outdoor café, catching up on some reading and writing.
We went back for our siesta before going over to Gibraltar for dinner. We ate at an English pub, The Cannon, and had fish and chips. Gibraltar was dead, no one around at all, so we just went home after dinner. We wanted to take a photo of the Rock at night, but when we walked over the tarmac at the airport, the fog had come across the ocean and the Rock could not be seen.
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