... last visited some decades ago, en route to Tangier ... fond memories of three days' philosophy with a Canadian traveller, Paul ... philosophy student in Vancouver ... a fine teacher standing in for those dodged back in Wimborne ... cakes the other memory and these are still plentiful ...
Two buses required from the casa. .. to San Roque, pretty town on a hill overlooking La Linea, the refinery and Algeciras ... and Gibraltar, from where the founders of San Roque fled when British and Dutch sailors came calling in 1704 ... a wander round town and on to the city ... full of character ... a bustling port ... ferries to Africa ... Arab voices and Moroccan spices ... backpackers. ... trains to Madrid, Cordoba, Granada ...
Apart from exploring the aim was a teach yourself Spanish book, since online learning is not working well ... remarkably hard to find considering more than a million Brits have settled here ... finally a proper bookshop with an authentic Andalusian bibliophile ... engaged in bookish banter, buy Espanol Correcto Para Dummies ... possibly painfully poignant, since there is not a word of English in it ... never mind, supporting local bookshops has its own merit ...
As there is a while to wait for the bus, an empty chair and scraggly hair, it's in for a trim and barberly chat ... some Spanish, some English, some French since he is Moroccan. ..none of which is his first language ...
Back at San Roque for the San Enrique bus and the bloke waiting shows a real time bus app ...worth finding ... and his distaste for Algeciras ... angry, he says ... prefers Estepona. .. comes from Ceuta (Spain's piece of Morocco ) ... which just goes to show ....
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