On this day we visited the town of Gibraltar. After walking across the border and the active airfield, we found ourselves in little Britain. The red buses, the money, the fish and chips and the Union Jack. It was very interesting how much the local culture could change across a distance of 1000 meters / 1093 yards. Our way back got delayed for a couple of minutes, because a plane needed to land on the airfield, which is the only way out of this little country.
