There’s always something bittersweet about the last day of a good trip. Looking forward to and sad about the approaching end point. As I said to those who kept saying “It’s the final day”: “It’s the first day of the rest of my life so we’re going to make the most of it, and enjoy it”. Carpe Diem.
So we grasp the final 1000m over the first 30k with all four wheels. Shortly after meeting Barbara’s friend from Neath at a view point (they were on holiday), a great descent to the plains below.
At least they are honest here. One road sign said, to effect, we were entering the municipality of Cadiz. Below it read (more politely put): “the roads are now shit”. Which they were. Just like home, an inexplicable difference crossing county borders. Sadly we can no longer blame it on EU funding.
After enjoying being inland for a while in always interesting landscapes and places, it was also nice to be back by the sea. Industry reappears, offering a change to the views.
Neil Diamond loved the view of Gibraltar so much he wrote a song about it. No surprise. It is an impresssive lump of rock. You know of course you enter it (if on foot or bike as cars now have a tunnel) by crossing the runway. Then mayhem: busy and narrow roads; cars careering around, ignoring the cyclists wobbling up it’s slopes.
Arrived, bikes boxed, relax. And start the cheerios. No M&Ms left – wait, somebody has left a present outside the door! Diolch!
Travelling reflections 