Gibraltar, United Kingdom (in Southern Spain)

Flying from New York City – Gibraltar August 24, 2011

There is no easy way to get to Gibraltar from New York City.  The options are limited, you can  fly through Manchester and London but with an overnight stay in the UK or through Madrid and Barcelona with connections into either Malaga, Spain or Trains into Algeciras, Spain. Don’t try going through Lisbon, it is horribly expensive and was our last resort.

Flying on standby with a Pilot has its perks. First, you know a ton of people at the airport so check in can be pretty quick, second, you can by pass security lines and go through the crew line, third, your carry on luggage can be almost double the size of a normal passenger although I was told “duffel bags” only! (So you can stuff them into the overhead compartments!) fourth, you can punch in a code and get behinds the unmarked doors in the terminal, where you can watch the news, look at the weather and “check the loads” on the computers, pretty cool!

We put ourselves on stand by for a flight to Lisbon and Barcelona, Barcelona being the first choice. As luck would have it, we knew someone at the check in desk and sure enough, 2 tickets emergency row to Barcelona! We were ON SCHEDULE.

Travel Tip: Make sure if you get a choice of the Emergency Row to take the second row of the two rows because these seats recline!

7 1/2 hours to Barcelona and we caught our connection to Malaga with Vueling Airlines.

Vueling has flights that connect all over Europe from either Madrid or Barcelona, for about 55 Euros we flew to Malaga, Spain and about an hour later we arrived on time and on schedule in Malaga.

The approach into Malaga over the Mediterranean was spectacular, the Iberian Peninsula to our right and North Africa to our left. From Malaga, you can hire a car service, rent a car or even grab a bus to Gibraltar. We hired our car with Europcar, and even made our reservation on line prior to arrival before we knew it, we were in our VW Golf cruising the Costa del Sol – our final leg…

The twisty windy A-7 through the Costa del Sol it a ton of fun. It is arid here. The blue sea to your left and mountains on your right, you wiz through towns after town of vacation beach communities… There was an enormous construction boom here over the past decade and in the Costa del Sol alone they have an enormous inventory of homes on the market to sell. In a push to sell these units, there are apartments up to 40% off their original value.

About an hour and 15 minutes later, we take a sharp turn on the top of a large hill and behold, the Rock of Gibraltar in the distance. It sits sternly but peacefully at the mouth of the Mediterranean Sea. North Africa is slightly visible as a backdrop, quite a sight  and a bit surreal.


Population: 30,000, Country: Colony of the Great Britain,  Currency: Gibraltar Pounds, Reason People are even here: TAX HAVEN!

The border crossing into Gibraltar is quite hectic. I might even remind you of driving a in Mumbai and crossing into Tijuana– tons of people, very loud, lots of beeping, but oddly organized. You can cross by foot, by bike, by scooter, by car or by truck – and i ever saw a bucket loader crossing… just no taxis. Both the  British army and Spanish Police check passports on the way in, (the Spanish on the way out.)

We were lucky, it can take a few hours on busy days to get through, for us, just about 20 minutes. i have heard that up to 60,000 people commute to Gibraltar daily from work from Spain. A few minutes driving and we took a right hand turn into Queensway Marina… 18 hours later “door to door” we threw our duffel bags on the boat. We were here.

Gibraltar – August 26, 27,  2011

I woke up in Queensway Marina, with the boat slightly rocking, the sun sits HIGH over head. It is 11:30AM and it’s hot.  If you are sailing or boating and happen to dock in Gibraltar, which is what we are doing, there are a few marinas to choose from, even one just over the border in La Linea, Spain, but Queensway Quay has nice berths, good restaurants and is steps away from the old city’s Main Street. We are surrounded by multi-million dollar homes and apartments, (which I will get to a little later) and mostly sailboats…

The Boats are from all over, from Norway to France to the UK – sailors are either on their way in or out of the Mediterranean.

After a morning of tinkering on the sail boat and hungry for lunch, we drive up to the famous Rock Hotel, that has spectacular views of the port.

Algeciras, La Linea and Gibraltar surround an enormous industrial port. Hundreds of cargo ships enter weekly and you can count 30 just sitting in the harbor as I write. It’s the first stop into the Mediterranean and last stop out to the Atlantic. The Rock Hotel has an spectacular view overlooking the port and is a perfect setting for a first day’s lunch. Built in the year 1932,  this old world hotel sits a on the cliffs of the West side of the rock. It enjoys spectacular sunsets, has a range of gorgeous gardens, tea rooms, restaurants and parlors.

Rock Hotel has a feel of English Royalty but with time passed. Its marble floors and oil paintings prove to be a beautiful setting and a must see.

In Gibraltar you drive on the “right” side of the road, not the left, all the street signs are in English, currency is in Gibraltar Bank Notes, although Euros and Sterling are accepted. The news here is that they just introduced the new Gibraltar Bank Notes and sure enough, the Queen’s mug shot is printed on each bill. The British Flag hangs high on many homes, buildings and outside apartment windows.

There are Policemen or “Bobbies” patrolling the streets, English Pubs, and the people, especially men, could be cast in any Guy Ritchie movie. They all have buzz cuts, weathered red faces and tattoos and speak with local English accents that are rough and tough. I don’t see too many people smiling… Along with that, you have an enormous Spanish/Andalusian and a large Morrocan population. Catholic is the majority religion but the area itself is enormously diverse.

We met Gemma, a local GIBRALTARIAN who has just returned from studying in the UK. She is 100% English, and tells us there are 29,000 people that are considered local Gibraltarians. Even though a large foreign population, growing up here can be quite isolated. There are just 2 high schools and it is an English based system. If your grades suffice, college education is complementary of the Queen.

Gibraltarians, however need work permits to live and work in the UK and many of them, if they study in the UK, do come home. Gemma loves the weather here stating, “it is much better than back in the UK”.

The local architecture includes what look like Roman ruins, Morrocan style homes, Soviet public housing, Brazilian Favelas, English style Tudor homes and Miami Beach like high rises… it is an eclectic mix of architecture to say the least, although I am finding beauty here, I don’t think it would be considered the most beautiful area in Europe… still there is an quirky charm here that begins to grow on you as you begin to feel the tempo of area. There are 2 parts to the rock, the old city that sits behind a large wall with gates and the new side of the Rock filled of new construction, dockside shops and grocery stores. The old side with its typical square like European style village and the new side with bayside shops and restaurants, that reminds me of Miami… and yes, there is a McDonalds and a Kentucky Friday Chicken… GO figure.

They have been building out into the Port as much of the area that has all the new architecture is fill. The original city stood close to the dramatic rise of the Limestone rock, as people moved in and demand for space and housing grew, they have moved fill into the port and land around the rock continues to grow.

This is an mix of North Africans, Spaniards, English and Europeans. Today I heard people speaking, English, Spanish, Portuguese, Arabic, German, and French, and believe me that is just a start. People don’t just come here for the Tax incentives there is also an enormous market for Weddings, so far I have seen about 5 brides…

There is an old world feel of” something great happened here once”. I am just not sure what it was…

August 26, 2011

The Calata Hotel sits on the East Side of the rock, under a dramatic vertical drop  – considered  the sharp side.  High above are the white sided mountains that we are set to climb in a few days, but today, we decide to stay in vacation mode and have a beach day in Catalan Bay.

The Calata Hotel is much like the other hotels, built in the hay day,  there is an old world richness that exudes from these walls.  Hotel staff fervently set up for more weddings, and it restaurants and pools sit cliff side looking towards the east. There are various, levels of gardens, parlors, restaurants, pools and sitting areas that over look the public beach of Catalan Bay.

The food here is ok. Not amazing. No to offend the English, I find it is difficult to get really good seafood, and decide to dine on Scottish lochs, still the service by a Spaniard and an Argentine was good and the setting lovely.

After lunch a walk to the beach, which has almost blackish sand. Purple and pink and brown shells. The water is clean and cold as it ripples onto the shore. Easy wading, there is an energy here mostly enjoyed by locals.

When the locals beach here, they bring an entire set up which include card tables, coolers, chairs, blankets, carts, games toys and umbrellas. They camp for the entire day as kids collect delightful shells. There is no undercurrent nor big waves… so it is a very relaxed atmosphere. There are cottages that dot the beach side under the dramatic cliffs of the Rock in all colors. As the sun dips behind it, we decide to chase it around to the other side of the rock where it then sits high above once again.

It takes about 20 minutes to drive around the entire rock of Gibraltar. Maybe 25 minutes, maybe 15. It is hard to tell and depends on traffic. We head south and find the dump,  where monkeys are picking through trash almost like people. One monkey limps as it has an infected foot, and we wonder how long he will last. They are tail less and there are about 150 of them living on top of Gibraltar. We will see them on our climb. Rumor has it they will steal your purse and pick through it, so purses are not encouraged. You always forget that your garbage has to go somewhere, seeing the monkeys  pick through it makes me sad… as we drive off. I make a mental note to try to make as little waste as possible.

A few hundred meters south we come to the southern most tip of the rock, where an enormous new mosque sits exquisitely on the cost line with a stellar view of Africa across the way. There is also the Trinity Lighthouse  and we are on Europa Point. The road also tunnels through rock, there are tunnels throughout Gibraltar that cut through what it its biggest resource here. Limestone.

As we round to the western side of the island, this is where you feel as if you are in England. A route of one ways with narrow streets dotted with private homes and apartments that climb the cliffs. As we get to the bottom, a huge public pool and a view of the mouth of the harbour where cargo ships etch out to sea. This is the Little bay area of the island. We decide we are thirsty and go in for a quick cider to a local pub, where Manchester united is playing and the cast of characters at the bar is what you might see in the UK. Weathered faced men and women, in a smoke filled pub, yes you can still smoke around here and most everywhere…. They have yet to get the “no smoking in public spaces” memo. I have to say – I love it. The smoke is tough to take but as I spend time here on the Rock, it seems that anything goes here actually, that they are allowed to get away with more than anyone else…

We make it back to the marina in time for sunset…. Which is around 8:30pm which makes for wonderfully lazy long days.

Hope you are all well after that Hurricane in New York.

Love, Stephanie