After four very relaxing, very fish filled days in Malaga, it was time to hit the road again. We caught the last night bus at 6am to the central station and boarded the 7am for La Linea de la Concepcion. The three hour bus ride went quickly as we dozed in our of consciousness to catch brief glimpses of the reminder of the Costa del Sol. The beaches we caught looked prettier than what we had experienced in Malaga, but they seemed to be missing the chiringuitos which are now the love of my life. When we do return to Andulucia, we'll have to split our time up amongst the many beach towns that line the endless kilometers to Gibraltar (yeah, w're using the metric system now, it's kinda weird).
It's tough learning the hard way that not everything you investigate on the internet is true, current, or both. The first instance this day was that crossing the border could be a bit of a hastle. It's possible the article we read were written by Brits and before the creation of the EU. All we had to do was wave our passports at two guards twenty meters apart. That's right, wave. We didn't have to hand them over or even open them to prove they were ours. We just held them up as we walked passed and that was it. Srsly? Wow.
The stroll through town on the way to the cable car was like taking a stroll through time. What ever ability we gained to time travel in Vienna has been following us. (Why it didn't exist for Dirty Girl on the Ubahn is still frustrating.) Anyway... Everything from the cobblestones, accents and pubs exhumed olde English. Quaint, but not the reason we came here so we soldiered on.
Afterwards, we caught the bus to Algeciras and bought our ferry tickets to Tangier. This was the second time the Internet failed us today, as we had been suuuuuuper excited to take the hovercraft over, but sadly they don't run anymore. I mean, who wouldn't be excited to take a freakin hovercraft... To Africa!?
Internet - 2
Team BC - 0