Heading South is no longer an option

 

What a rough night! Too hot to sleep properly and a dog barking constantly. In the early hours, I heard a noise in my porch during the night and there was a cat in there. It soon got sent on its way.

After starting the bike up at 7:06am (just to make sure no one would complain about the 7am rule), today was a mile munching day where all roads are game on and so it was a mix of motorway ring roads to avoid large towns and fast trunk roads in between. Goodbye Portugal and back into Spain for another of the goals for this trip. That was to get to the most southerly point on mainland Europe which is the small island at Tarifa. Sadly you are not allowed to drive along the causeway so I had to walk the last 200 metres or so to the fort.

I have now been to the North ,South and West points of Europe but East will take some planning as people can't agree where it is. There are a number of options but as people can't decide if Mont Blanc or Elbrus is the highest mountain in Europe, I may need to do a lot of research.

After Tarifa, it was a short blast along the coast road looking out at the mountains of Morocco on my right to reach my destination for the night, Gibraltar (picture 4 showing the rock in the background).  It was very odd to drive across the runway to get to my hotel and here I am, in a hotel enjoying the air conditioning to write my blog.

I fully intended to go to the top of the rock on my arrival but with temps of about 35 degrees, I will be going up much later this evening (or even at 5am tomorrow). There is a coffee shop about 100 metres away so I will attempt to walk there n a few minutes without passing out.