As Gibraltar was ceded by Spain to the Crown of Great Britain in perpetuity, under the 1713 Treaty of Utrecht, though Spain asserts a claim to the territory and seeks its return. The overwhelming majority of Gibraltarians strongly oppose this, along with any proposal of shared sovereignty. The British government has stated that it is committed to respecting the Gibraltarians' wishes.
The Spanish had closed the border to vehicular traffic so we had to walk across the border. When you cross over the Spanish border. It gives you a strange feeling as you walk a cross no man land and runway for the airport. When you cross the British border you know you are in Britten. The British sentry immaculate dressed in red tunic, atop the bearskin standing as a statue. In sharp contrast to the slovenly dressed, fag dangling from lips, sprawled across a wooden chair Spanish sentry.
George was in heaven for as though we are travelling in in foreign lands George does not like foreign food. In Gibraltar fish and chips, sausage, egg, bacon and chips can be had.
We climbed to the top of the rock to see the apes. Their notices everywhere warning you to watch out for the thieving apes. I was photographing one ape as I lifted my camera to my eye the thieving ape leaped forward and grabbed a small parcel my mum had posted to me. Jumped over a wall (with a drop of several hundred feet)and grabbed a tree ripping off the wrapper and examined the thick woollen socks she had posted to me.
After a few days we left for Algeciras in Spain for the crossing of the sea to Morocco we had to walk back into Spain. In Algeciras we got to the Spanish customs, when they seen our British passports we were made to empty our rucksacks mean while other nationals when through unhindered. When the ferry left for Ceuta in Morocco the customs officers just walked away and we had to wait for the next sailing.
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