The Road to Gibraltar

We arrived in Marbella late at night and immediately booked into a hotel. After a quick shower we decided to investigate the town and ended up in a nightclub.

We sat at the bar and were soon joined by an American guy, whoes name I cannot remember (in fact I cannot remember the name of the girl I was with).

I remember he insisted on buying us both a drink and then decided to chat up my girlfriend. I soon got fed up with this and suggested we went back to the hotel as I was desperately in need of a good nights sleep. She decided to stay on and I went back to the hotel alone.

Sometime later that night I awoke to find both of them in the room; he was standing by the doorway and she had just about finished packing her belongings into our shared suitcase. Minutes later they were gone and I was left to reflect on the situation.

All I was left with were a few pesatas and a ten pound note (sterling); she had taken the rest of our money. Fortunately the hotel had been paid for and I left it with my possesions in a black plastic bag I stole from a cleaning trolly.

I slept and lay on the beach for a day and night contemplating what to do with only 10 pounds in my pocket. eventually I decided to spend all my current wealth on a coach ticket to La Linea.

La Linea is the Spanish town from which you can cross the border to Gibraltar. In those days it was taboo to even mention Gibraltar in Spain, but at least I still had the strength in my legs to walk across the border to Gibraltar once I got to La Linea.