I visited Gibraltar on a rainy Sunday, when there were hardly any shops open and there were barely any people around. Although the weather wasn't great, it did mean I didn't have to queue for hours to get through border control from Spain to Gibraltar, and there weren't huge crowds to battle. A huge cloud engulfed… Continue reading Postcard from…Gibraltar, again.
Tucked away on the southern end of Spain, Gibraltar is a complete mind melt. As you cross the border from Spain into the country, you immediately notice the differences. Not only does the main road in cross the country's only runway, but the decor is traditionally British. In fact, you could be forgiven for thinking you… Continue reading Postcard from…Gibraltar