Well, four days have passed since I last blogged.
On Saturday I left the hotel and headed down to the coast to Cadiz. This is the Atlantic coast now. From Cadiz I headed in towards the mediterranean again and found a campground near Tarifa, right on the beach. This is the windsurfing capital of Europe. The winds are so strong it is hard to drive my bike.
Sunday, I went to Gibraltar. It´s a strange place, like something from the 1950´s. I road the cablecar up to the top of the rock, but could not see anything because of the clouds. The picture at the top shows it all. The one below also seems to have its' own Gibraltar quality. The apes were all over hoping to get handouts but there were lots of graphic signs warning against it. On the way to Gibraltar there was a motorcycle stopped on the side of the road. An old Harley. I stopped to see if they needed any help. They didn´t but invited me to a motorcycle "concentracion" where I would be sure to have a great time along with hundreds of other bikers. Just what I needed. Then waiting to go through customs at Gibraltar a guy came up and offered me hashish. Great! I don´t know if I would still go through the "nothing to declare" line if I bought it.
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