Hill Walking

Rhiann Marie - Round the World
Stewart Graham
Wed 21 Oct 2009 15:27
It's guest bloggers Aimee & Rhiann here again updating you on our wonderful holiday! We arrived back in Gibraltar ('Gib' to us now as we have got down with the local lingo)  on Monday afternoon after our exciting and interesting trip to Morocco which you have most likely already read about. The 'Young ones' decided to head out for a meal to our favourite restaurant in 'Gib' The Mexican where Craig hoped he would pick up his hot waitress again but unfortunately we had a man serving us who i would not compare to the stunning waitress last time. Still our meal was amazing and i would actually go far enough to say better than last time. We all gobbled down a meal and decided to go to our favourite place in Gib, the mighty 'All's Well' bar and nightclub. However walking past it seemed unusually quiet so we thought we would take a stroll past first, have a peek in and then decide, after doing this the answer was clear that we were heading home for our beds early tonight as there was one man in there singing karoke by himself. So we came back for a chat with the rest of the crew who were eating in the restaurant at the marina and then hit they hay.
 
The next morning, Aimee and I headed into town for a look round some shops as i had remembered that i had nothing warm to wear to travel home so fortunately I found a warm jumper to wear. We then met Mhairi and Trish who had been up the rock to see the apes which we had done earlier in the week and stopped for a bite to eat at a small restaurant. We then went to Morrisons to do the provisioning which took a good hour and a half with my Mum as she is mad for shopping. The whole way round the supermarket Aimee, Mhairi and I kept saying, 'Dad will go mental' as he thinks we can live off bread and water for life. After taking a taxi back to the marina and putting the 10+ shopping bags away we sat down to a nice, what we would call 'pickie tea'. That again tired us out for the day somehow and we went to bed early again watching a film. Aimee could not seem to get to sleep as she was hearing squeaking, banging and torrential rain which we knew we had in store.
 
At 10am on Wednesday morning we were awakened by more load banging which I though was thunder. We later discovered that it was a 21 gun salute being fired as the govenor was leaving by H.M.S Sunderland (we think). After some showers and breakfast we started the almighty treck up the rock. We had planned to walk 5 minutes up to the bus stop and jump on the bus and after realising we were on the wrong side of the road we crossed and waited for the bus who kindly pulled in but just drove off. After having a laugh about this we thought it won't be that far to walk we will probably actually beat the bus. Guess what.......we thought wrong!! Firstly we walked up some back streets and what felt like millions of steps through old houses and schools we reached the first tourist stop which was Moorish Castle, where we paid £8 for about 5 tourist sights. From the castle we walked up ANOTHER HILL to a small Exhibition and then The Great Siege Tunnels. This was very interesting but it was slowly killing us walking up these hills. HAHA! We then remembered we were getting short of time as Stuart Moffat had to catch his flight back to Scotland at 1800 but had to arrive at the airport at about 1630. so we asked the man in the ticket office how far it eould be to WALK to St Michael's Cave. He told us it would be about 3km so DAD decided we would walk again. It took about 30 minutes at the pace Aimee and I set as we were in desperate need of water. It definately paid off as the Cave was magnificant and there was surprisingly an auditorium in the cave. We decided to take a taxi back down and have a quiet night after seeing the Moffat's off to the airport.
 
That's all for now. Next time you hear form me will probably be in the Carribean unfortunately without Aimee