November 25, 2017
If we come to Gibraltar again, I am going to try to arrange a taxi way ahead of time to meet us at the ship and take us to St. Michael’s Cave. We are used to being bombarded, inundated, overwhelmed if you will, by taxi drivers trying to get us to do a tour with them. Cheap, Mister. First price, Mister, not last price. What’s your price? Today? Not a single gypsy cab! All of the cabs were 6 and 8 passenger vans, located only at the port and not one wanted to take two Georgians to St. Michael’s. Well, phooey!
So we walked into the shopping area which is one very long street with shops on either side and a few streets cutting away left and right. My main goal was to find a new book. I brought one with us that is almost finished, and I hoped to be able to find a novel or something. There is an antique shop that we have visited before, and we know they have used books, but no titles or authors that struck my fancy. James Patterson, vampire stories, and other non-appealing stuff. But we had a good walk and Bonnie bought some fancy chocolate for her evening’s enjoyment.
Back on board we had supper with a couple currently living in Phoenix, AZ. They are going to do a cruise to Australia next year, and hope to be able to find another cruise coming back to the States. They said they’d be willing to stay in Australia for up to two months to catch a ship coming home. Sounds like fun. And expensive, I’d guess. We’d like to do a cruise to Australia, but the only one we’ve been offered so far was a crew cabin with bunk beds. Pass.
Local talent was tonight’s entertainment. A classical Spanish guitarist whose fingers moved faster than I could follow and played harmony and melody with only his right hand. And he was followed by a troupe of flamenco dancers. Ole!
Well, Bonnie’s turn.
TTFN
We didn’t dock until after one. All aboard is 10:30pm. Needless to say we are not out. It gets dark at about 5 pm and we went off about 1:30 and were back on board by 4:00. Not much doing today. The other David did a talk at 11 and there was bingo at 10. I went to both. Just to watch the bingo and listen to the talk, about U-boats and world war II.
We walked very long and I am really tired. I have not eaten my Gibralter chocolate. I haven’t finished my bar from Amy yet. Have been able to eat a little better. I had pizza for lunch but it wasn’t much. Supper was spicy spaghetti, much better.
I have seen shows like the one from tonight when we went through the Panama Canal and I really don’t care much for them. The guitar was not to my liking and the dancing is just a lot of stomping and clapping and ole. Oh well.
We go to Cadiz tomorrow and it is Sunday. So a lot of stuff is closed. Then, the next day is Casablanca. I think we are not going to get off there. They say the street sellers are very aggressive and we arrive in a working port with nothing for tourist. You must take a shuttle for $5 American, one way, to go into town. Women and men must have there knees covered and shoulders covered. Men have to wear polo shirts, they can’t wear t shirts. There is no hand holding or physical displays allowed, or they are frowned on. It just doesn’t sound like some place I want to be.
Well, it is time to go to bed. Love you all.
Mom, Granny, Bonnie
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