To be honest, I hadn´t realised that there was an English enclave in Spain, until about 2 months before arrving there. Just as finding a Spanish enclave in a corner of Morocco was interesting, it proved equally so finding a bit of England in a strategically placed corner of Spain.
Getting to effectively what is a big rock surrounded by a town, requires passing border control. The affable Englishman checking my passport, commented that I was a long way from home and wished me well, then I set off for a quirky adventure.
Gibraltar brought back a lot of childhood memories. The phone boxes, the English pubs, the atmosphere, the language and the people all contributed to me feeling like I was in a warped time zone, somewhere between NZ, England and Spain.
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