Gibraltar is part of the UK, and it is evident from the moment you cross the border: red telephone booths, double-decker buses, pounds, and fish&chips. The way to the city center leads across an airport runway, which is right next to a football pitch. That’s how small it is. There is a main street, called Main street. There is a port and commercial waterfront. And there are monkeys.
They live on “top of the rock”, a main attraction in Gibraltar, and there is a lot of them. As soon as we got out from the cable car, we had the opportunity to meet them up close. Actually closer then we wished. Instead of patiently waiting for the tourists to take out their cameras, one monkey decided it will be more fun to jump on Mummy’s back and try to steal her scarf. Mummy’s scream scared the monkey away, but the paranoia of another attack remained. With Baby safely in a carrier, we walked around a bit to enjoy the views, but quickly returned to safety and out of reach of these vicious tailless apes.
Two cider beers later, all was forgotten and we finished off the visit to this bizarre place in style for St. Patrick’s Day: in an Irish pub on the Irish street in Irish town. Gibraltar is definitely worth a visit, just beware of the monkeys!
