19 September Morocco To Gibraltar - the other J

The crossing from Morocco back to Spain was relatively easy. However Spansh immigration found three young Moroccans hiding in the luggage compartment of the coach before us trying to enter Spain illegally. This is a regular thing. Even more sad, they can be full of hashish to give them courage. Considering this, the fact that we all had to leave the coach while it was manually searched, and hang around again while it was reloaded, was a minor inconvenience. But to brighter things.

As you may know Gibraltar is under BRITISH! rule, and I'm afraid it MAY have brought out the Pommie in me!! I could feel the British brown Windsor soup coursing through my veins! 

We went to an English pub and had a beer, but being an Arsenal fan, I DEFINITELY would not have entered the premises had I seen this sign before I ordered. 

Gibraltar is famous for its apes which legend says protect the island, and its caves.

I did have one incident where my British background should have, but didn't help at all. Do you remember the Soup Nazi in Jerry Seinfeldt? Well he has a brother who runs a hole in the wall take away cafe in Gibralter

Me: And a tub of chips please.

S.N. Sortnvinnyga?

Me: I a beg your pardon? 

S.N (Turning red and Staring at me) DJYwansortnvinnyg? (He was kind enough to leave out the "For Christ sake!)

One of his regulars who were all English was smiling and whispered in my ear. 

"Do you want salt and vinegar on your chips?" (I had forgotten that this was an English culinary delight)

Me: No thanks.

S.N. (Glared at me for a few seconds longer, his rage calming down to extreme annoyance. I looked at him....he looked at me) ...... NEXT!