Staying more than a week in Malaga was too much and we desperately needed to find something to do in order not to get crazy, so we rented a car and drove to Gibraltar which was just a couple of hours away.
Crossing into the British territory of Gibraltar was quite interesting as the border was pretty much just a air strip with booths on one side. The air strip was operational with planes and helicopters on it, but while there were no departures people were walking, driving and cycling across. Gibraltar is pretty much just a rock and it was beautiful seeing it from a distance at the border.
What struck me when we got into town was how narrow and packed the streets were. It was nearly impossible to find a spacious enough place to park. Even the motorbikes were lined up with just a few centimeters between them. Being a Wednesday afternoon in winter time I was also surprised by how many people were out on the streets.
It just took us a few hours walking up to the top of the mountain, then another two to see what there was to see in the city. The mountain had a castle, a cave and World War tunnels and the city was pretty much just like any other British town. In other words it was perfect for a day trip, but not much more than that.
