And so, like the great explorers of the Middle Ages, we travelled by sea and set foot for the first time on continent number four - Africa!
Ceuta (pronounced Say Utah) is the Spanish equivalent of Gibraltar. It is an autonomous Spanish enclave on the southern shore of the Straits of Gibraltar. When pressed on Spain's determination that Gibraltar should be returned to Spain, yet Ceuta should not be handed back to Morocco, the answer is invariably, "that's different."
The town is small in area and population, undeniably Spanish but with a sizable Arab population. It has recently become more and more under pressure from immigrants trying to break in from Morocco.
This is me and Hercules. The story goes that Herc, on one of his tasks, had to cross Mount Atlas that lay at the western end of the Mediterranean. Rather than going over it, or round out, Herc decided to go through it, thus joining the Med with the ocean beyond. All that was left of the mountain were the two pillars on either side - the Rock of Gibraltar and Monte Hacho in Ceuta.
This is Aunty Brenda and Monica who brought me all around Ceuta as they searched in vain for a souvenir shop.
And this is how they carried me........
