Gibraltar

Day three (I think) and Gibraltar came into view early. The rock is an impressive sight and docking opposite the Oceana highlighted the vastness of this vessel.

As soon as we docked the sound of sirens getting closer was ominous, some poor sod had been taken ill and it was obviously serious enough to require hospital treatment. He was strechered into the awaiting ambulance and his Wife was duly dumped off the ship along with their belongings. A thought passed briefly through my head….. I wonder if their cabin was better than ours and was a free upgrade on the cards? Or even better could we dump the kids into it for the rest of the cruise…..?

Exiting the ship and the walk into town was a breeze. We headed straight for the cable car. We got there just in time as the queue was tolerable. By the time we made it up to the top of the rock the queue was enormous. So if you are thinking of doing the cable car, make sure you are off the ship early and yomp your way straight there, or better still get a taxi.

Oscar is not very good with all things that go up high and sway, so we were a bit apprehensive that we would get to the doors of the cable car and he would flatly refuse to budge, no such worries he was on board and holding on for all he was worth like the rest of us.

The monkeys were totally relaxed, about our visit, to the point of boredom when they realised that all things edible had been safely stowed out of their grasp. We spent around an hour or so walking around the top of the rock, taking snaps of the monkey’s lack of interest and feeling decidedly queasy when we looked down the sheer drop on the other side. Our journey down was uneventful except for a very smelly (fat) woman stood next to Olivia and I. She seemed to have a knack for lifting her arms just as the breeze blowing through the window came in our direction… pewwww!

Olivia and I were commenting and laughing about it as we walked away from the cable car station. Debra and Oscar were walking about ten yards behind us and Debra being Debra was curious to know what we were going on about. She called out to Olivia “what was that you said….. were you stood next to a smelly woman?” just as she and Oscar walked past said woman… suffice to say that Olivia and I burst out into uncontrollable laughter and ran off down the street. The smelly woman and her husband are cruising along on the same ship as us, Olivia spotted her in the Windjammer sat alone for some reason!

We are now on route to Toulon France. The ocean is like a millpond and the view from deck of the Spanish coastline is spectacular. Oscar and Olivia have both been on the flowrider and are busy trying to persuade me that it is a good thing for me to do… I don’t believe them but I am sure they will get their way eventually….

Stay Tuned To See If The Next Ambulance Arriving At Port Is For A Forty Something Bloke Who Thinks He Can Surf!