We went to Gibraltar, which is British. Gibraltar is a rock, a town, a trophy.
We went throught the town, following the bra trail.
We went to the end of the rock and flew (on our feet) through the wind.
We went inside the rock– through the tunnels, into the cave, deep within the siege mines.
We went to the top of the rock, where we ate our grocery store lunches and thought about what would happen if we were to fly an American flag there.
We went across the active airstrip.
We went to the bus station, where we met a permanent traveler.
We went by bus to our hostel. On the way we formulated plans to become permanant travelers ourselves.
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Woah, tunnels? Cool!
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