Gibraltar

Back on good European soil which I was tempted to kiss, I took the chance to get a bit of the UK again. I rode up to Gibraltar.



The road to Gibraltar is also part of the runway there, so we are stopped by proper British bobbies while an easyjet plane lands there. Weird.

I went to Europa point and looked back across to Morocco.

After about half an hour I had recharged on my home feelings and blatted back into Spain.