Lording it in Shenfield & Whitstable – London

We left London on Tuesday afternoon and headed to Shenfield in Essex where we were off to stay with our friends Denise & Gary who we had met earlier in the year in Portugal. We had caught up with them for dinner in London in June and they had said that if we were back in London on our trip to come and stay. It was great to see them again and Denise cooked us a lovely meal on Tuesday night. Their son Nick, who we had also met in Portugal, lives at home still so we were able to catch up with him too.

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On the Wednesday I was catching the train to see my friend Kim who happened to be over here staying with her Mum in Whitstable. Kim is originally from Whitstable, has a house in NZ and works in the Australian outback – some people lead complicated lives : ) I hadn’t seen Kim since she had been back in NZ in February so I was looking forward to seeing her.

Meanwhile Gary and Nick had lined up a couple of busy days for Steve.

Nick is a golf pro so first up was a game at the golf club where he works which is a private golf club – Centurion Club. It is located in St Albans and was designed by Simon Gidman. Apparently Gary beat both Nick and Steve. The weather turned out quite nice but Steve said it was very wet under foot.

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That evening they caught the train to Stratford where they had Pizza Express for dinner – sounds like it was a shame we hadn’t discovered this place earlier. Next stop West Ham Football Stadium where they had tickets to watch the international friendly between Argentina and Croatia. Lionel Messe was playing so Steve got to see the best football player on the planet in the flesh. Argentina won the match 2 – 1.

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The next day Nick had to work so Gary took Steve to play golf at his golf club – Thorndon Park. It sounds like they had another great day with Gary taking the money off Steve again.

Thorndon Park Golf Club’s course was created in 1920 by Harry Shapland Colt on a deer park dating back to the 1580s. The deer park, already rich with oaks from the 16th century – some of which survive to this day – was enhanced with oaks and chestnuts planted in the 1730s by the eighth Lord Petre, a noted botanist.

The Hall we now see, designed by James Paine and completed in 1770, was the home of the Petre family until 1919. Here, George III was entertained in 1778; here, Lancelot “Capability” Brown laid out a park that was the finest in the county; here, some of the great families of England stayed during the deer-hunting season and joined the Petre family in roller skating in the ballroom.

Ravaged by fire in 1878, Thorndon Hall was offered a new lease of life in 1919 when a group of businessmen saw the grounds as the perfect place for a golf course and for developing a residential estate similar to the one planned for St George’s Hill at Weybridge. St George’s Hill had chosen Harry Colt as its architect – and he was selected to design Thorndon Park golf course.

With the onset of the Second World War and the subsequent constraints of the Green Belt laws, the plans for an estate never materialised. But the course did. It was opened on 1 July 1920 and it has thrived ever since.

The East Wing of Thorndon Hall was leased to the Club in 1921 and, by the late 1940s, the Club had also bought the chapel within the Hall, which was converted into the mixed lounge.

Over a period of time, the Club bought the 240 acres the course occupied and, in 1968, Thorndon Hall. With the building of a new clubhouse in 1974, the Hall was sold the next year to a building company which restored the facade of the Palladian mansion to its former glory and turned the building into apartments with views over the course.

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It was a right sport billy week for Steve – rugby on Saturday, tennis and table tennis on Monday, golf and football on Wednesday and golf on Thursday – how lucky is he : )

Meanwhile I caught the train on Wednesday morning to Whitstable. Kim met me off the train, first stop was the Windy Cafe where we had a lovely coffee and pumpkin soup for lunch. Kim has been having a few issues with her pelvis etc… so has been going to physio in Canterbury. It was a family outing with her aunt & uncle Pete and Sandra driving us to Canterbury – Pete pointed out all the points of interest as we drove along. The physio is based at the Kent Cricket Club so while Kim was in at physio we had a cup of tea overlooking the Kent cricket ground.

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Kim cooked us a lovely meal for dinner and we sat around chatting and laughing all evening with her Mum. We indulged in some ginger wine which was very nice : ) A week before I was going to Whitstable Kim was messaging me saying her Mum was busy making up my bed – I messaged back and said “she does know I’m coming next week?” She did but she likes to be organised – I had all sorts of fury friends lined up to keep me company that night. Bless : )

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The next day we had a wander around Whitstable which is a seaside town located on the north coast of Kent and the first seaside town to the south of London, in south-east England – it is very quaint. I have been here a couple of times before but it is always good to visit the “centre of the Universe” as Kim refers to it : )

After saying goodbye to Kim I caught the train back to Shenfield. Gary & Steve picked me up from the station and we went back and caught up on the past two days happenings. We then went to The Plough for dinner which is one of Gary & Denise’s local spots. It was very nice and we enjoyed a lovely meal and many laughs.

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We thoroughly enjoyed our stays in Shenfield and Whitstable where we were made very welcome and felt very spoilt. Denise and Gary will be visiting us in NZ in January so we look forward to showing them the beautiful Hawkes Bay and spoiling them. Kim will also be back in NZ for a few weeks over the summer so can’t wait to catch up with her again too.

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ATP World Tour Finals, The O2 Arena – London

On Monday morning we met David & Audrey, our friends from Scotland in Holborn for breakfast. They happened to be in London for a long weekend so that was good timing – it was nice to see them again.

Given we had seen all of the tennis majors in 2014 we thought it only fitting that we went along to the O2 Arena for a day at the ATP Tour Finals. We caught the tube out to North Greenwich and were wowed by the O2 – it is huge with restaurants, a cinema, and a bowling alley. We had a look around before heading towards our entrance gate.

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Along the way Steve discovered some table tennis going on – you could play against an English professional and if you got any points against the professional you won tickets to go ten pin bowling. Steve couldn’t resist – you could tell he was thinking I can take this guy! He put his name down and after a few minutes it was his turn – he looked good but only managed 1 point – note the games were only up to 3. He then put his name down and again only managed 1 point. I had to drag him away to go and find our seats.

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We were sitting quite high up but had a good view of the game – a bit like our seats at the rugby where you were looking at the game from on high. The set up is awesome and because it is inside they can use lighting and sound to great effect. The players are introduced like rockstars and they have this heart beat sound and lighting going around the stadium while the players walk through a smoky entrance onto the court.

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We were there for Pool A play so first up was a doubles match between:

Alexander Peya from Austria and Bruno Soares from Brazil (3rd seeds)
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Jean-Julien Rojer from the Netherlands and Horia Tecau from Romania (5th seeds)

Alexander Peya and Bruno Soares won the match 6 / 3, 3 / 6, 12 / 10 in the tie break.

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Towards the end of the second set they announced the Emirate Best Seats in the House competition where they panned the audience with a spotlight and picked out two people. Steve says to me “start waving” so I thought OK and started waving – next minute our faces were up on all the big screens and we had won the competition. It must have been the clashing colours we were wearing – I had bright pink on and Steve had his red jacket on. Everyone around us was congratulating us and we were saying “so what did we win” and they’re saying “we don’t know but you won something”.

Just before the doubles finished we went down to investigate what we had won. We went to Customer Services and they made a call. A guy from the ATP came down and said we would be collected by the Emirates team shortly. We got chatting to him and he works for the ATP and travels the world going to all the tournaments representing some of the players – two of those players being Novak Djokovic and Kei Nishikori. Not a bad job I thought.

Two ladies from Emirates then appeared and presented us with our prize and a goodies bag. We had won seats in the lower level to watch the upcoming singles match. They took us in and got us seated – we were half way up the first level on the net line – not bad.

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We then watched Stan the Man Wawrinka from Switzerland (3rd seed) beat Tomas Berdych from the Czech Republic (6th seed) in straight sets 6 – 1, 6 – 1. The match was over in less than an hour which was a shame on two levels – firstly watching a close game is always good and secondly we wanted to enjoy our flash seats for a longer period. Unfortunately the prize didn’t extend to the evening session that we already had tickets for.

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The afternoon session finished so we went to have some lunch and then check out the river bus service back to London for later that night. There were a few people lining up by these barriers and we thought they were waiting for the river bus but it turns out they were waiting to see Novak who was arriving on the river bus. Managed to get a close up photo.

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We couldn’t believe the number of people that recognised us from the big screen – people kept saying to us “you’re the couple that won that prixe – what did you get?” Steve was feeling pretty pleased with himself – world famous at the O2.

Steve wanted to go back to the table tennis so I went for a coffee while he put his name down to play the professionals again. When I caught up with him he had got himself a little fan club of English lads who were egging him on. He was in his element. I left him there to go and watch the start of the evening session. He came in part way through the doubles and said he had had a proper game against the professional and lost 11 – 4.

The doubles match we watched in the evening session was between:

Lukasz Kubot from Poland and Robert Lindstedt from Sweden (8th seeds)
versus
Mike & Bob Bryan from the USA (Top seeds)

Kubot & Lindstedt beat the Bryan brothers 7 / 6, 6 / 3

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Next up was Novak Djokovic from Serbia (Top seed) versus Marin Clicic from Croatia (8th seed). Novak won Wimbledon this year and Marin won the US Open. Again it was a one sided affair with Novak being too strong for Marin. They did have some great rallies though and we enjoyed the game.

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We decided to catch the river bus back along the Thames to the Embankment tube station where we got on the District Line back to our hotel. Another big day : )

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The Tower of London – London

The rain had cleared and the sun was shining for our visit to the Tower of London with Glen and Jo who were coming up on the train from Brighton. We met them at the London Bridge Station and wandered towards the Tower.

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The Tower of London is marking one hundred years since the first full day of Britain’s involvement in the First World War with the Blood Swept Lands and Seas of Red art installation. 888,426 ceramic poppies were made and placed around the Tower of London between the 17th July 2014 when YS Crawford Butler, the longest serving of the Tower of London’s iconic Yeoman Warders, planted the first of the ceramic poppies. The exhibition was opened to the public on the 5th August which was the first full day of Britain’s involvement in the First World War. The last of the 888,246 ceramic poppies, each poppy representing a British military fatality during the war, was planted by a 13 year old territorial cadet at 11am on the 11th November – Armistice Day.

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Each poppy was sold to members of the public for £25 with 10% plus all net proceeds being shared between six service charities.

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There were lots of people queuing around the outside of the Tower to see the poppies – about 5 million people will see the exhibition by the time is finishes. We had tickets to go into the Tower so we went in and joined a tour with one of the Yeoman Warders – he was a Welshman with a very good sense of humour. Unfortunately the queues to see the crown jewels and the White Tower were extremely long so we opted to go and have some lunch at Butlers Wharf. We went to a lovely Italian restaurant called Cantina.

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As we walked along Butlers Wharf we saw this amazing super yacht moored in the Thames – it was very impressive and we were wondering who it belonged to. Glen googled it that night and sent me the article that had been in The Standard.

The article read as follows….
A super-yacht boasting its own helipad and worth around £70 million has been seen moored on the River Thames. The Kismet has six bedrooms, a private sundeck, a swimming pool and is around 300 feet long. It belongs to Shahid Khan – one of the richest men in the world and owner of Fulham FC. The boat was seen making a brief stop by Tower Bridge before travelling further along the Thames. It is thought Mr Khan has brought the yacht to London to watch his other team the Jacksonville Jaguars play the Dallas Cowboys at an International Series game on Sunday. A silver jaguar could be seen attached to the bow of the ship confirming this.

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It was so nice to spend the day with Jo & Glen and London turned on the weather for us. After waving Glen & Jo off we headed back to the hotel for an early night – it had been a busy couple of days : )

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The Tower of London
Her Majesty’s Royal Palace and Fortress, known as the Tower of London, is a historic castle located on the north bank of the River Thames in central London. It lies within the London Borough of Tower Hamlets, separated from the eastern edge of the square mile of the City of London by the open space known as Tower Hill. It was founded towards the end of 1066 as part of the Norman Conquest of England. The White Tower, which gives the entire castle its name, was built by William the Conqueror in 1078, and was a resented symbol of oppression, inflicted upon London by the new ruling elite. The castle was used as a prison from 1100 (Ranulf Flambard) until 1952 (Kray twins), although that was not its primary purpose. A grand palace early in its history, it served as a royal residence. As a whole, the Tower is a complex of several buildings set within two concentric rings of defensive walls and a moat. There were several phases of expansion, mainly under Kings Richard the Lionheart, Henry III, and Edward I in the 12th and 13th centuries. The general layout established by the late 13th century remains despite later activity on the site.

The Tower of London has played a prominent role in English history. It was besieged several times and controlling it has been important to controlling the country. The Tower has served variously as an armoury, a treasury, a menagerie, the home of the Royal Mint, a public records office, and the home of the Crown Jewels of the United Kingdom. From the early 14th century until the reign of Charles II, a procession would be led from the Tower to Westminster Abbey on the coronation of a monarch. In the absence of the monarch, the Constable of the Tower is in charge of the castle. This was a powerful and trusted position in the medieval period. In the late 15th century the castle was the prison of the Princes in the Tower. Under the Tudors, the Tower became used less as a royal residence, and despite attempts to refortify and repair the castle its defences lagged behind developments to deal with artillery.

The peak period of the castle’s use as a prison was the 16th and 17th centuries, when many figures who had fallen into disgrace, such as Elizabeth I before she became queen, were held within its walls. This use has led to the phrase “sent to the Tower”. Despite its enduring reputation as a place of torture and death, popularised by 16th-century religious propagandists and 19th-century writers, only seven people were executed within the Tower before the World Wars of the 20th century. Executions were more commonly held on the notorious Tower Hill to the north of the castle, with 112 occurring there over a 400-year period. In the latter half of the 19th century, institutions such as the Royal Mint moved out of the castle to other locations, leaving many buildings empty. Anthony Salvin and John Taylor took the opportunity to restore the Tower to what was felt to be its medieval appearance, clearing out many of the vacant post-medieval structures. In the First and Second World Wars, the Tower was again used as a prison, and witnessed the executions of 12 men for espionage. After the Second World War, damage caused during the Blitz was repaired and the castle reopened to the public. Today the Tower of London is one of the country’s most popular tourist attractions. Under the ceremonial charge of the Constable of the Tower, it is cared for by the charity Historic Royal Palaces and is protected as a World Heritage Site.

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All Blacks v England, Twickenham – London

We caught up with our friend Luke from Taranaki back in June and he asked us if we wanted tickets for any of the All Blacks end of year tour matches as he had access to them. Watching the All Blacks play at Twickenham – oh yes please!

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On Saturday morning we caught the tube out to Gunnersbury and walked to the City Barge Pub. Luke had told us that Steinlager were having a supporters club event there and there would be a couple of ex All Blacks there. We got there and a lady greeted us and asked us if we were here for the Steinlager Supporters Club event. Of course we were (actually we didn’t have much idea what was going on) so she went and got us a beanie and scarf each – result : )

They were filming a promotional clip and I spotted Piri Weepu and Nick Evans. Steve thought he better get a beer – it was 10.40am after all! They then did an informal question and answer session which was very funny. Nick Evans has been in the UK for 7 months and was wearing a suit, Piri has been here for 7 weeks and was in his casuals. Someone asked him how long it would be before he started wearing a suit – his response “never, you can take the boy out of Wainuomata but you can’t take the Wainuiomata out of the boy”. They discussed whether Julian Savea is better than Jonah Lomu – Nick thought he was but Piri’s loyalties lay with Jonah after having spent so much time with Jonah over the years.

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They did a photo session after the question and answer session and I thought why not – up close and personal with the boys that have worn black – good stuff.

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Luke’s contacts who I think have the distribution rights for Steinlager in the UK had organised taxis for us to the game – we were feeling pretty special at this stage. The night before I had been studying the train and bus timetables from the pub to the ground. We were then dropped at the “carpark party” where they back the car in full of beer, wine and food, erect a marquee and wallah a “carpark party”. On our way to the party we saw Craig Norgate another old friend from Taranaki so organised to catch up with him later on.

We met a few other Kiwis at the party as well as some English supporters so the banter was good fun. The beer, wine and food flowed. I then wanted to get into the ground to check it out – the anticipation levels were high. We got to our seats which were quite high up in the corner so we had a good view of the All Blacks try line in the second half. It was awesome – what a stadium.

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They had a brass band and rolled out the NZ & English flags prior to the singing of the national anthems. We stood and sang proud through the NZ national anthem and thought it was a good Kiwi effort. It was nothing compared to the English national anthem – wow, it was loud and proud. Next up was one of my favourite parts of an All Blacks game – the haka – they went with Kapa O Pango. Our friends had told us you won’t hear the haka as the English will drown it out with Swing Low Sweet Chariot which they did. The singing was amazing and for this one occasion I didn’t mind the haka being drowned out – its not everyday you get to hear that.

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Being quite high up you could see the plays of the game quite clearly, and in some instances you knew what was going to happen before it happened. We did, however, feel a bit removed from the game because we are so used to watching it on TV with a commentary. It was hard to work out what was happening with some of the referees calls at times – in saying that, he had a brain explosion so having a commentary may not have helped that anyway : )

Royce, also a fellow Taranakite was sitting next to me and had a good rugby knowledge so did a bit of interpreting for me. It was good to see the AB’s keep chipping away at the English and eventually you could see the English tire so the AB’s victory was well deserved. It started raining in the second half but was coming in towards the other side of the grandstand – we were lovely and dry up in our cheap seats.

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After the game we headed back to the carpark party where more food and alcohol was flowing. It was raining quite persistently now but we had enough shelter that we didn’t get too wet. We then organised to meet another friend from Taranaki, Lulu Warren, back at the City Barge Pub. We tried to get taxis but even three hours after the game that was an impossibility – apparently these carpark parties are quite the thing so lots of people hang around after the game. We walked to Twickenham train station instead and caught the train to Richmond before catching a taxi to the pub.

Getting on the train at Twickenham was fun – there were lots of people waiting to get on and the boys had said “make sure you get on this train”. I nearly got muscled sideways and out of reach of the doors before I made a final push and got on the train – the boys who had been behind me managed to get on the train before me and save me a seat : )

Lulu was waiting for us and Craig had also joined us so it was a great Kiwi Dairies reunion – lots of laughs catching up on various people’s happenings.

About 11pm we were starting to hit the wall so after saying farewell we walked back to the tube. We got back to the hotel about 12.30am managing to catch the last tube. We were stuffed – it had been a big day. An awesome day though making lifetime memories.

Twickenham Stadium (usually known as just Twickenham or Twickers) is a stadium located in Twickenham, in the London Borough of Richmond upon Thames. It is the largest stadium in the world devoted solely to the sport of rugby union, it is the second largest stadium in the UK after Wembley Stadium and the fifth largest stadium in Europe. The stadium is the home of the Rugby Football Union (RFU), and as such primarily a venue for rugby union and hosts England’s home test matches, as well as the Middlesex Sevens, the Aviva Premiership final, the LV Cup, Heineken Cup matches and Barbarian F.C. home matches. The stadium is considered an icon of English rugby union and the 2009/2010 season saw Twickenham celebrate its centenary.

Although the ground is usually only occupied by rugby union, it has in the past hosted a number of other events, such as concerts by Rihanna, Iron Maiden, Bryan Adams, Bon Jovi, Genesis, U2, The Rolling Stones, The Police, Eagles, R.E.M. and Lady Gaga. It has also been the host of Rugby League’s Challenge Cup final. The stadium has also been used annually for over 50 years to host Conventions of Jehovah’s Witnesses.

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Sotogrande – signing off – Andalusia, Spain

Well today is the last day of our Spanish sojourn. We have spent 5 weeks in this lovely spot and will be sad to lock the door of 58 Los Cortijos for the last time tomorrow morning. We have enjoyed waking up and seeing the sun rise over the Mediterranean each morning as we took our morning run or walk around the Sotogrande Urbanisation.

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Being the organiser extraordinaire that I am I drew up a 5 week plan – Steve likes to talk about all the things he wants to do (mainly play different golf courses) but unless I crack the whip time can go by the wayside. I also wanted to fit in some sightseeing too.

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We enjoyed 13 and a 1/3rd rounds of golf – 8 and a 1/3rd being at La Reserva our “home” course. The 1/3rd represents the round we didn’t finish due to Steve falling in a small hole next to the 6th tee and spraining his ankle. It was Nurse SUNGRL to the rescue, dragging him into the golf cart and driving him back to the car. Once firmly ensconced in the back seat we headed back to the ponderosa so he could RICE – rest, ice, compress and elevate. Due to these quick actions he was back on track fairly quickly and out for his daily walk a few days later (under duress of course – but that is normal, sprained ankle or no sprained ankle : )

La Reserva have this cute little owl as there mascot and every time we played they gave us one each to show we had paid our green fees. I think they may make good Christmas tree decorations.

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We also enjoyed checking out the local restaurants where tapas is the main theme.

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We went to Valderrama for dinner last Saturday night and found we had the restaurant to ourselves until a solitary member came in for dinner about half an hour after we arrived. It was quite eerie being in this fancy restaurant where the only noise was the clink of plates in the kitchen. The food was amazing and the service was fantastic as you would probably expect when there were only 3 of us in the restaurant.

Valderrama is a private golf club where the members pay EU150,000 to join and an annual sub. It hosted the Ryder Cup in 1997 when Seve Ballesteros was the captain. It was also the first Ryder Cup that Tiger Woods played in. Valderrama was the home to the Volvo Masters from 1988 – 1996 and then again from 2002 – 2008. It is very expensive to have a round at but is apparently an unforgettable experience – we thought we would start with dinner : )

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We had dinner at La Finca Thai Fusion one night and it was delicious – everything is made from scratch and the flavours were really good. We got talking to the owner who is a young Spanish woman with a high class English accent and a hint of American thrown in. She was educated in the UK and is married to an American. She actually has a degree in fine arts and is currently painting animals that have been rescued from various scenarios. There is a small zoo in the area that provides a home for these animals to get them well again. In the eyes of the animals she reflects the scenario that they were rescued from – this is her signature so to speak. He mother in law quilts the paintings which gives them texture – we saw one in the flesh and it was amazing. She also showed us a photo of her current project which is a Tiger that was rescued from the circus so she has the reflection of a circus tent in one of it’s eyes.

The restaurant is run from her family home (she had lived there since she was three days old) – a large Spanish villa next to a camping ground. Her and her husband were at a crosscroads 5 years ago wondering whether to stay in the US or relocate back to Spain, Spain won and they have been operating this lovely restaurant ever since – lucky for us.

They do a special Sunday roast lunch on Sundays due to the large expat community. We couldn’t resist so we enjoyed a lovely roast last Sunday while sitting in the garden. There was roast lamb, roast potatoes, pureed peas, pureed carrots, cauliflower and cheese, broccoli and the most amazing Yorkshire pudding. So yummy. After letting that digest we shared a toffee and caramelised Apple crumble. Needless to say we didn’t need dinner. We also popped back their for dinner tonight – our last night in Spain.

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We also enjoyed a few lunches down at Puerto Sotogrande – The Hairy Lemon became a favourite although Steve kept referring to it as The Hairy Onion – who knows how his mind works?

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We also met up with some English friends Anne & Grahame who we had originally met in NZ. They had since shifted back to the UK (a long story aye Anne) and have now shifted to Spain. Their new home is a few hours north of where we were staying but they happened to be in the area for a couple of weeks which was great. We caught up on all the news over a lovely meal at Asador Cancha II – an Argentinian steak restaurant overlooking the polo field in San Enrique.

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Polo is quite a big sport in Spain as is Paddle Tennis a cross between tennis and squash.

After an early start this morning we are now sitting on an Easyjet flight to Gatwick, London. It was sad locking the door to number 58 Los Cortijos but we have already decided we will return one day. Our car rental drop off was a doddle although we did fear for our lives in the van back to the airport – the driver insisted on going top speed – he even accelerated 50 metres from where he was stopping to drop us off before slamming on the brakes. Spanish logic ?

Malaga Airport is very nice and really modern. We are always a bit apprehensive checking in due to our inability to keep our bags under the weight limits. We have our own scales so we know we are always sailing close to the wind. The readings on the check in scales were a lot lighter than we had weighed which we can never understand, especially when the girl said to us – you’re exactly on target? Steve thinks he has come up with a way to foil the scales though – he rests part of the bag on the metal surround so that takes some of the weight – so he believes anyway. It’s all a bit of a game really : )

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We have now arrived safely in London and used the great public transport system here to get to the hotel. We then traipsed halfway across London to Parcel Post to send some stuff home and discovered they don’t sell boxes – you need to go to the Post Office for that. Long story (don’t get me started) but we have posted 8kg of mainly clothes home so Rachel D there is a box coming your way. Now let the shopping begin : )

It wouldn’t be London without popping into a couple of pubs where we found a few things to our liking. Bring on the game tomorrow – can’t wait.

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Gibraltar – United Kingdom

Today we took a drive to Gibraltar which is about 20 minutes from where we are staying in Spain. Gibraltar is part of the United Kingdom and you have to cross the border and pass through customs to enter the 6km2 outpost of the United Kingdom. The customs procedure is fairly lax though – a cursory glance at our passports that Steve was holding up as he drove over the border. They don’t even look in the passport so I am unsure why they bother with this charade.

Gibraltar is a British Overseas Territory located on the southern end of the Iberian Peninsula at the entrance of the Mediterranean. It has an area of 6km2 (2.3 sq mi) and a northern border with the Province of Cádiz in Andalusia, Spain. The Rock of Gibraltar is the major landmark of the region. At its foot is a densely populated city area, home to almost 30,000 Gibraltarians and other nationalities.

An Anglo-Dutch force captured Gibraltar from Spain in 1704 during the War of the Spanish Succession on behalf of the Habsburg pretender to the Spanish throne. The territory was subsequently ceded to Britain “in perpetuity” under the Treaty of Utrecht in 1713. It was an important base for the Royal Navy; today its economy is based largely on tourism, online gambling, financial services, and shipping.

The sovereignty of Gibraltar is a major point of contention in Anglo-Spanish relations as Spain asserts a claim to the territory. Gibraltarians overwhelmingly rejected proposals for Spanish sovereignty in a 1967 referendum and again in 2002. Under the Gibraltar constitution of 2006, Gibraltar governs its own affairs, though some powers, such as defence and foreign relations, remain the responsibility of the UK Government.

The name Gibraltar is the Spanish derivation of the Arabic name Jabal Ṭāriq, meaning “Mountain of Tariq”. It refers to the Rock of Gibraltar, which was named after the Umayyad general Tariq ibn-Ziyad who led the initial incursion into Iberia in advance of the main Umayyad force in 711 under the command of Umayyad Caliph Al-Walid I. Earlier, it was known as Mons Calpe, one of the Pillars of Hercules.

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I had done a bit of investigating re tours on the island and decided that the taxi tour option was the best way to go. You can go to a few points around Gibraltar and they have these taxi mini vans where the taxi drivers act as both your driver and guide. We went to Casemates Square and met Adrian, a born and bred Gibraltarian. We waited for 15 minutes to see if anybody else wanted to join us but there were no takers so we decided to take the private tour option.

Adrian was a real laugh so we knew it was going to be a fun tour. I couldn’t quite make out his accent, at times you could hear the British accent and at other times it had a European slant. First stop was the petrol station – good plan, we didn’t fancy walking to the top of the rock (not with Stevie having fallen over at golf yesterday and spraining his ankle but more about that another day).

We then headed to the Pillars of Hercules monument which represents the two pillars that stand on either side of the Strait of Gibraltar. According to some Roman sources, while on his way to the garden of the Hesperides on the island of Erytheia, Hercules had to cross the mountain that was once Atlas. Instead of climbing the great mountain, Hercules used his superhuman strength to smash through it. By doing so, he connected the Atlantic Ocean to the Mediterranean Sea and formed the Strait of Gibraltar. One part of the split mountain is Gibraltar and the other is either Monte Hacho or Jebel Musa in Morocco. These two mountains taken together have since then been known as the Pillars of Hercules.

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We were then lucky enough to be invited up to the bird centre. Adrian is really interested in birds and has made himself known to the people that capture data about the many birds that pass through Gibraltar. The centre is run by volunteers, although they have to be qualified so many come over from mainland Britain for short periods of time. They set the nets up before the sun comes up and have an iPhone (of course) making bird calls. There is also lots of plant life o attract the birds in. The birds get caught in the net which does not hurt them – the volunteers then collect them in cloth bags and take them up to be weighted and measured as well as information recorded about their sex, fat % and age. They are then tagged and released.

We went and watched this process and it was really interesting – the birds aren’t harmed in the process and the information is used to predict population growth or decline and migration tendencies.

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Next stop was St Michaels Cave which is the name given to a network of limestone caves located within the Upper Rock Nature Reserve at a height of over 300 metres (980 ft) above sea level. According to Alonso Hernández del Portillo, the first historian of Gibraltar, its name is derived from a similar grotto in Monte Gargano near the Sanctuary of Monte Sant’Angelo in Apulia, Italy, where the archangel Michael is said to have appeared. When the British took over Gibraltar they tried to change the name to St George’s Cave after the English patron saint but it never stuck.

It is the most visited of the more than 150 caves found inside the Rock of Gibraltar, receiving almost 1,000,000 visitors a year.

The cave was created by rainwater slowly seeping through the limestone rock, turning into a weak carbonic acid which gradually dissolved the rock. Through this process, tiny cracks in The Rock’s geological fault grew into long passages and large caverns over thousands of years. The numerous stalactites and stalagmites in the cave are formed by an accumulation of traces of dissolved rock deposited by water dripping from the ground above.

During the Victorian era the cave was used as a venue for picnics, parties, concerts, weddings and even duels. During World War II the entire cave was prepared for use as an emergency military hospital. It was never used as such.

The largest of the chambers, named the Cathedral Cave, currently serves as an auditorium. They now hold the Miss Gibraltar Beauty Pageant in there as well as various concerts due to the amazing acoustic properties.

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This was also our first introduction to the Apes. Most of the Rock’s upper area is covered by a nature reserve which is home to around 230 Barbary Macaques, the famous apes of Gibraltar, albeit that biologists insist that technically the apes are wild monkeys. These are the only wild apes or monkeys found in Europe. This species, known scientifically as Macaca sylvanus, is listed as endangered by the IUCN Red List and is declining. Three-quarters of the world population live in the Middle Atlas mountains of Morocco. Recent genetic studies and historical documents point to their presence on the Rock before its capture by the British. A superstition analogous to that of the ravens at the Tower of London states that if the apes ever leave, so will the British. In 1944 British Prime Minister Winston Churchill, was so concerned about the dwindling population of apes that he sent a message to the Colonial Secretary requesting that something be done about the situation.

We had read and heard about these monkeys and Adrian warned us that although they appear friendly they can bite. He told us not to touch them but if you feed them they will touch you. We had heard that if you have any food on you they will sniff it out and take it off you, no questions asked. Plastic bags signify food to them so even if you have purchased a souvenir and it is in a plastic bag they will think it is food and take that too. After coming out of the caves we found Adrian sitting with Willy – he was feeding hime peanuts and chatting to him. I sat down next to him and fed him too – he then sat next to me. He was basically only interested in the peanuts.

We then drove up the rock a bit further and Adrian again gave us words of advice – if the monkeys jump on your head don’t panic or try and get them off. Just put your hands by your sides and he will deal with them. I am thinking, what the…. He also said, when I stop the van just wait and I will come and open the door for you – some of the monkeys are renowned for jumping in the vehicles and opening and closing everything known to man looking for food. I must say I was feeling a bit apprehensive – my encounter with Willy hadn’t been that bad.

Adrian opened the door and out we hopped. The monkeys obviously know him and one came over to check his pockets for peanuts. He then asked me if I wanted a monkey on my head – oh jeez, why not. Steve is saying – I’ll take the pictures. Next minute I had a monkey on my head – no big deal. He was more interested in the peanuts Adrian had. We had a wander around and I must say the monkeys up here did seem more aggressive – there were a lot more babies running around and apparently that makes the adult monkeys very protective. The monkeys also fight amongst themselves and run up and over the vehicles. They get fed by the Ape Keepers a couple of times a day (four times a day in the summer) so I am surprised they are interested in more food – it is a game to them and keeps the tourists amused.

Anyway we were standing by the van and these monkeys were fighting and running over the vehicles – next minute I had another monkey on my head – this one uninvited. I remembered what Adrian said and kept my hands down – Adrian removed the uninvited guest and all was well with the world again : ) When we went to drive off there was a monkey hanging onto the driver’s window – she got off and then as we drove up a bit further Adrian asked if we had seen a monkey drive before. I said but I have a banana in my bag, I don’t want the monkey hopping in to drive and then sniffing out my banana and hopping in the back with us. He reassured me that they wouldn’t sniff it out so in hopped the monkey. No one, I repeat no one gets between me and my food so I had to check!

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We stopped at the Queen’s Balcony which is where Queen Elizabeth stood to look over the Bay of Gibraltar when she last visited in 1954. She has never been back which is unusual given the close proximity to the UK mainland. Due to the fact that the Spanish would love to claim Gibraltar for their own, Adrian’s theory is she hasn’t visited again because it might upset the Spanish.

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We then drove to the northern end of the Rock to see the Great Siege Tunnels, also known as the Upper Galleries. The Great Siege was an attempt by France and Spain to capture Gibraltar from Great Britain during the American Revolutionary War. It was the fourteenth and final siege of Gibraltar, which lasted from July 1779 to February 1783. During the siege, British and Spanish forces faced each other across an approximately 1 kilometre (0.62 mi) wide stretch of the marshy open ground that forms the disputed isthmus immediately to the north of the Rock of Gibraltar. The British lines blocked access to the City and the western side of the island, while eastern side of the island was inaccessible because of its steep terrain. Guns were placed in a series of batteries on the north face of The Rock, providing overlapping fields of fire so that infantry attacks would come under heavy fire throughout their advance.

The Great Siege Tunnels were reused during the World War II; although it is uncertain exactly how they were used. iDuring World War II, Gibraltar’s civilian population was evacuated (mainly to London, England, but also to parts of Morocco, Madeira and Jamaica) and the Rock was strengthened as a fortress. Spanish dictator Francisco Franco’s reluctance to allow the German Army onto Spanish soil frustrated a German plan to capture the Rock, codenamed Operation Felix. In the 1950s, Franco renewed Spain’s claim to sovereignty over Gibraltar and restricted movement between Gibraltar and Spain. Gibraltarians voted overwhelmingly to remain under British sovereignty in the Gibraltar sovereignty referendum, 1967, which led to the passing of the Gibraltar Constitution Order in 1969. In response, Spain completely closed the border with Gibraltar and severed all communication links. The border with Spain was partially reopened in 1982 and fully reopened in 1985 prior to Spain’s accession to the European Community.

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When you drive in and out of Gibraltar you drive through the middle of the airport runway. The airport is a military airport but does have daily commercial flights from the UK. Gibraltar Airport is consistently listed as one of the world’s scariest for air passengers. It is exposed to strong cross winds around the rock and across the Bay of Algeciras, making landings in winter particularly uncomfortable. Its location is unusual not only because of its proximity to the city centre resulting in the airport terminal being within walking distance of much of Gibraltar but also because the runway intersects Winston Churchill Avenue, the main north-south street, requiring movable barricades to close when aircraft land or depart. New roads and a tunnel, which will end the need to stop road traffic when aircraft use the runway are planned.

Motorists and pedestrians crossing the border with Spain are occasionally subjected to very long delays, an issue the Gibraltar government has failed to solve. Spain has occasionally closed the border during disputes or incidents involving the Gibraltar authorities, such as the Aurora cruise ship incident (norovirus outbreak) and when fishermen from the Spanish fishing vessel Piraña were arrested for illegal fishing in Gibraltar waters.

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Multiple celebrities have chosen the Rock of Gibraltar for a wedding, drawn to the steadfastness of the rock itself and to the symbolic sturdiness that it seems to offer. 007’s Sean Connery married there, not once, but twice. Among those who also held a destination wedding in Gibraltar were of course the ever popular Beatles, which wedding was chronicled for the ages in a song called the Ballad of John and Yoko, which tells us that they went over and were married there.

Today literally thousands of couples per year select to come to Gibraltar to get married. Amazingly enough, the UK sends only about a third of them, with the remainder coming from the United States, and multiple other countries all over the world. There are no restrictions of residency in Gibraltar, and the government web site offers the information that you can marry there with only 24 hours notice and in an amazing variety of venues. Getting married in Gibraltar is a very simple thing and it is recognised world-wide.

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After a great couple of very interesting and informative couple of hours with Adrian he dropped us back in Casemates Square. We had a little wander around the shops before heading back across the border experiencing another queue for we are again not quite sure. I thought I would just google what the big deal at the border is and this is what I found:

Gibraltar is a member of the European Union, however it is not part of the Schengen Area or EU Customs Union. This means that there are immigration and customs controls when travelling between Spain and Gibraltar. Citizens of the European Union are required to have a national identity card or passport, while all others are required to have a passport to enter. The entry requirements for Gibraltar are not the same as the United Kingdom.

It is also a tax haven so apparently that also has some bearing. Seriously though, the customs officers we saw were more interested in chatting amongst themselves.

The British military traditionally dominated Gibraltar’s economy, with the naval dockyard providing the bulk of economic activity. This however, has diminished over the last twenty years, and is estimated to account for only 7% of the local economy, compared to over 60% in 1984. Today, Gibraltar’s economy is dominated by four main sectors: financial services, Online gambling, shipping and tourism (including retail for visitors).

In the early 2000s, many bookmakers and online gaming operators relocated to Gibraltar to benefit from operating in a regulated jurisdiction with a favourable corporate tax regime. However, this corporate tax regime for non-resident controlled companies was phased out by January 2011 and replaced by a fixed corporate tax rate of 10%.

Tourism is also a significant industry. Gibraltar is a popular port for cruise ships and attracts day visitors from resorts in Spain. The Rock is a popular tourist attraction, particularly among British tourists and residents in the southern coast of Spain. It is also a popular shopping destination, and all goods and services are VAT free. Many of the large British high street chains have branches or franchises in Gibraltar including Morrisons, Marks & Spencer and Mothercare. Branches and franchises of international retailers such as Tommy Hilfiger and Sunglass Hut are also present in Gibraltar, as is the Spanish clothing company Mango.

A number of British and international banks have operations based in Gibraltar. Jyske Bank claims to be the oldest bank in the country, based on Jyske’s acquisition in 1987 of Banco Galliano, which began operations in Gibraltar in 1855. An ancestor of Barclays, the Anglo-Egyptian Bank, entered in 1888, and Credit Foncier (now Crédit Agricole) entered in 1920.

In 1967, Gibraltar enacted the Companies (Taxation and Concessions) Ordinance (now an Act), which provided for special tax treatment for international business. This was one of the factors leading to the growth of professional services such as private banking and captive insurance management. Gibraltar has several positive attributes as a financial centre, including a common law legal system and access to the EU single market in financial services. The Financial Services Commission (FSC), which was established by an ordinance in 1989 (now an Act) that took effect in 1991, regulates the finance sector. In 1997, the Department of Trade and Industry established its Gibraltar Finance Centre (GFC) Division to facilitate the development of the financial sector development. As of 2012, Gibraltar has 0.103 Big Four accounting firm offices per 1,000 population, the second highest in the world after the British Virgin Islands, and 0.6 banks per 1,000 people, the fifth most banks per capita in the world.

The currency of Gibraltar is the Gibraltar pound, issued by the Government of Gibraltar under the terms of the 1934 Currency Notes Act. These banknotes are legal tender in Gibraltar alongside Bank of England banknotes. In a currency board arrangement, these notes are issued against reserves of sterling. Clearing and settlement of funds is conducted in sterling. Coins in circulation follow British denominations but have separate designs. Unofficially, most retail outlets in Gibraltar accept the Euro, though some payphones and the Royal Gibraltar Post Office do not.

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Tangier – Morocco

Yesterday we drove to Tarifa which is about 50 minutes from where we are staying to catch the ferry to Tangier in Morocco. The stretch of water between the two countries at this point is only about 36km. The ferry was supposed to leave at 9am and take 35 minutes. It left not long after 9am but it took over an hour by the time it moves slowly out of the port at Tarifa and into the port at Tangier. A little bit of false advertising me thinks – fast ferry – 35 minutes or perhaps just the Spanish way : )

Anyway it was a smooth trip and we followed the travel agents instructions re filling in the customs forms and getting our passports stamped on the boat by the Moroccan police before disembarking the boat. The passports were then checked again by the Moroccan police as we got ashore. I noticed that the policeman stamping the passports on the boat takes a bit of time looking at the passports of the Arabic looking people but didn’t give us a second glance – stamp, stamp and handed it back. The good old NZ passport : )

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We had organised a private guide for the day – Hamid. Hamid met us at the port with his driver and we were off. We drove out of the port area and through the new city before heading to the Atlantic coast. Hamid pointed out various things along the way including the King’s palace and other properties belonging to Saudi Arabian royalty. We drove through the Californian district or the Beverley Hills of Tangier where the 1% live – Hamid’s name for the wealthy.

On our way to the most north western tip of Africa where the Atlantic meets the Mediterranean we had a photo stop to admire the Atlantic Coast – Morocco has some 3,000km of Atlantic coast down it’s western side. We then drove to see the lighthouse at Cape Spartel which is the most north western tip of Africa and had morning tea. Mint tea, naan with honey combined with argane oil (Moroccan oil) and ground almonds accompanied by fresh banana – absolutely to do die for. This is my sort of food – the honey and argane oil had a peanut butter taste and consistency. The mint tea is also delicious and by the end of the day it is amazing I didn’t look like a mint leaf I drank so much. Every glass I had differed – some they sweetened a lot, some they didn’t, some was more minty than others but all good : )

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After refuelling we drove along the Atlantic coast where we stopped so I could ride a camel. Leila, the camel I choose was sitting down but I still had to stand on this wooden stool to get on her. She then stood half way up and I thought it was fairly high up so when she stood up fully I felt very high up. They certainly move in an odd way and Leila wasn’t too keen on going too far so the camel boy had to coax her along. Steve wasn’t fussed on having a ride so he was cheif photographer. He also made a video and as he went behind Leila he can be heard saying “let’s see who has the biggest arse”. Still as charming as ever : )

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Steve and I then wandered down to the beach. The water was still really warm – Hamid said it was probably about 25 degrees. It was very inviting and given the air temperature was about 30 degrees it was tempting.

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We drove back towards the old city and past a lot of apartment blocks – Hamid called them social housing – a lot of one bedroom apartments that cost about EU35,000. The average monthly wage is about EU500.

Our driver then dropped us at the entrance to the Kasbah which is the ancient fortification that sits high above the Medina or old town. We wandered through the narrow alleys which were originally only built for horses and carts and pedestrians and ended up in the Medina. There are little shops selling all manner of things from shoes, leather bags, woven items and trinkets.

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Hamid then took us to the traditional supermarket where they sell meat, fish, fruit, vegetables, flowers, herbs and spices and bread. We saw row upon row of plucked chickens. Hamid showed Steve up by buying me a little bouquet of roses which grow prolifically in the region.

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After our tour of the traditional supermarket we wandered back through the Medina where Hamid pointed out where some scenes from the movie The Bourne Ultimatum was shot. Hamid has a photo in his wallet of him and Matt Damon – he is very proud of it.

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We stopped off at the herbalist who gave us a presentation of all sorts of remedies. I love all this stuff so couldn’t resist a few purchases – I now have 5 green lipsticks made from Hemp that go pink and taste of strawberry when applied – much better than conventional lipstick. I also bought some herbal teas and Moroccan oil which is about a third of the price that you pay at home.

It was then time for lunch – we went to a traditional Moroccan restaurant and had a typical Moroccan meal. The midday meal is the main meal, except during the holy month of Ramadan. A typical meal begins with a series of hot and cold salads, followed by a tagine. Bread is eaten with every meal. Often, for a formal meal, a lamb or chicken dish is next, followed by couscous topped with meat and vegetables. A cup of sweet mint tea usually ends the meal. Moroccans often eat with their hands and use bread as a utensil. The consumption of pork and alcohol are considered Haraam, and are prohibited per Muslim dietary restrictions.

We had some starters followed by a chicken Pastilla. A Pastilla is a traditional Moroccan dish inherited from the Andalus, an elaborate meat pie traditionally made of squab (fledgling pigeons). As squabs are often hard to get, shredded chicken is more often used. It is a pie which combines sweet and salty flavours; a combination of crisp layers of the crêpe-like werqa dough (a thinner cousin of the phyllo dough), savory meat slow-cooked in broth and spices and shredded, and a crunchy layer of toasted and ground almonds, cinnamon, and sugar. It was delicious and my favourite part of lunch apart from the mint tea of course.

We then had a chicken Tangine with couscous followed by fresh fruits for dessert – we were pretty full by this stage.

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We stepped out of the restaurant and saw this guy sitting backwards on a bicycle peddling away – he was using peddle power to operate his knife sharpener.

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Hamid then took us to the communal oven – these are very common in the Medina. The woman make their bread in the morning and then take it to the communal oven to be baked. They pay the baker a weekly or monthly fee. In days gone by they would make an extra loaf and that would be the baker’s payment but today it is all done with cash. They will also cook trays of vegetables or anything else that you desire.

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A visit to Tangier without a visit to a rug shop just wouldn’t be right so off to the rug shop we went. They plied me with mint tea and showed us many rugs of which some were lovely and inexpensive by NZ standards. Unfortunately I couldn’t quite visualise any of these rugs in our new house. Steve had a great time testing the rugs out – always looking for somewhere to have a siesta : )

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We then went to a weaving place where they were making scarves and bed throws etc… We met up with another private guide and his four Canadian tourists all of who were female. We entered the shop together and the guys in the shop thought Steve had five wives – he of course played up to this and there was great hilarity. One of the guys in the shop took a shine to me and wanted to trade his wife for me – Steve said he was keen! They were quite a laugh and three scarves and a bed throw later we were on our way.

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It was then time to say goodbye to Hamid – he walked us to our hotel and got us sorted. He was great fun and as the other private guide we met told us, his nickname is Ocean of Knowledge. He was born and grew up in the Medina so he seemed to know everyone. The Arab men all greet each other with a handshake and a hug – they are a very affectionate race and like human touch. This is very different to the world we live in. It is also very common in this part of the world for groups of men to be sitting around together in the middle of the day chatting and drinking tea together. The woman are to be found elsewhere usually working hard. They wouldn’t survive too long in my world.

We were staying at Dar Chams Tanja which is a traditional Moroccan guesthouse with the indoor garden and open space all the way to the roof. We checked out the view over the town from the roof and then decided to go down to the port area to have a drink and do some people watching. Not many places sell alcohol but we found a bar that did – Steve sampled a Moroccan beer while I enjoyed more mint tea. We also had a meal there. We had memorised our way back through the narrow alleys so before it got too dark we headed back to Dar Chams.

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We woke about 5.40am to the sound of the call to prayer. We had a beautiful breakfast on the roof top before having to meet our driver who was taking us back to the port to catch the ferry back to Spain. We had to queue to go through passport control and we noticed that the locals don’t think twice about getting in your personal space. I think it is common to have to fight for a space and it is just the way they operate. We found it a bit disconcerting to start with and I was very aware of our personal possessions but once I realised that is just the way they are I stood my ground and kept my place in the queue. Again the customs officer didn’t look twice at us – stamp, stamp and handed our passports back.

Tangier, as it is called today, has been under Roman rule, in first Century BCE. Along came the Vandals, who started their move across Africa from here. Between the fourth and fifth centuries, Tangier was part of the Byzantine Emipire. The Arabs arrived in the early 700s. Portuguese laid claim to the area in late 1400s. Spain and Portugal held Tangier together for about 60 years, becoming Portuguese again in the mid 1600s. Catherine of Braganza (Portugal) was to marry Charles II of England. Tangier was given to Charles as part of the Princess’ dowry.

The British ruled the city until Sultan Moulay Ismail imposed a blockade which forced the British to withdraw. Upon leaving, the British destroyed the city and its port. Although partially reconstructed, the city declined to around 5,000 people in early 1800s. Because of its geographic location, many European countries have vied for control.

France was the most influential when the Kaiser of Germany said he was in favor of Morocco remaining a free country. This nearly triggered a war between France and Germany. Morocco was divided between France and Spain. Tangier. In the 1920s, Tangier became a international zone, held by France, Spain, Britain and Italy until World War II. Spain held control of Tangier until Morocco gained its independence. She was reunited with the rest of the country.

Tangier has a checkered past. Once known as a safe haven for international spies and a meeting place for secret agents. Tangier is used as the location for many spy novels and movies. It, also, had quite a reputation as a smuggling center. Tangier attracted many artists such as Matisse and Tiffany. Authors like Choukri, native to the area, and Burroughs wrote about the city and surrounding area.

Today, Tangier is the second largest industrial center in Morocco with its Tangier Free Zone. Construction should be completed shortly on the second Tangier-Mediterranean port. Fishing and agriculture are two smaller industries adding to her economy. Tangier is connected to the rest of Morocco by rail and new expressways. Ibn Batouta International Airport is 15 kilometers from the city’s center. Even with all the modern industries, Tangier still has an old medina were artists ply their wares. Leather goods are the specialty along with traditional clothing, shoes, silver crafts and wood items. The entrance gate to the Medina is found near the Great Mosque and it connects with the beaches.

Tangier is a fast growing city population wise. In the last twenty years, population of the city has quadrupled – it now has a population of about 1.8 million.

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San Roque Club – New Course, round 2, Cádiz – Andalusia, Spain

We booked a second round on the New Course at San Roque for today at 8.20am. They then emailed us to say that we would need to tee off at 8.40am as it would still be dark at 8.20am. They were right – we got to the course just after 8am and went to the driving range to warm up – we were struggling to see where the balls were going.

We were paired to play with two canny Scotsman – Eric from Aberdeen (now residing in Warwickshire) and David from Glasgow. They were a real laugh. They had come over for the weekend to play golf – Eric has a place on the 13th hole on the San Roque Old Course. They had a little competition going on between themselves, well when I say little I mean GBP75 for the front nine, GPB75 for the back nine and GBP150 for the match. It makes Steve’s $10, $10 and $10 that he plays for with the boys at Manukau pale in comparison.

They were flying back to the UK after the game. We asked them what time the flight was and they said 2.30pm from Malaga which is about an hours drive north. At the earliest we were going to finish golf about 12.40pm – we said that we thought they would be cutting it a bit fine. David kept saying, don’t worry Eric has it in hand. Eric’s also saying it’s all under control. Steve said but you need to check in at least 30 minutes before etc… It turns out that Eric owns his own plane! No wonder they weren’t worried when we finished at 1.15pm, apparently the plane will wait.

Steve asked him what sort of business he is in to be able to have his own plane – frozen foods was the reply.

It was a very enjoyable morning and the golf was fair to middling. The Scotsman were good fun to play with and we had a few laughs.

Curiosity got the better of me so I did some googling to see if I could work out who Eric was. It turns out he is the majority shareholder in Farmfoods – the frozen food specialists with over 300 stores in the UK. He was ranked as the 16th richest Scotsman in 2013 with a fortune of GBP253 million. You would never have known and no wonder the plane would wait for him : )

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Yeguada de la Cartuja, Cádiz – Andalusia, Spain

Today we took a drive towards Jerez to see the Carthusian horse stud called Yeguada de la Cartuja which translates to Stud of the Charterhouse. The Carthusian horses are an Andalusian breed of horse as they descend from the Andalusia area. They do tours of the facilities and put on a show on Saturdays.

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We had been to the Spanish Riding School in Vienna which has ties to this area in the sense that the Lipizzans can be traced back to Spain in the 14th and 15th centuries. The Cartuja stud is so much more relaxed with the public being able to pat the horses and the warms ups being performed in the public courtyard. No one but the horse’s rider is able to touch the Lipizzans at the Spanish Riding School.

Our tour guide Lena took us to see the stallions who are housed in 5 stables with 10 boxes. They have 300 horses on the 250 acre property. The 50 stallions that are in various stages of training are housed in these stables along with 10 mares who are also trained to perform. The rest of the horses roam in the paddocks.

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All the breeding is done by artificial insemination and the Stud employs three full time vets. Lena showed us the breeding facilities as well as the surgery. The foals are all kept together until they are about six months old – they then gradually separate the stallions and the mares and by the time they are one they live separately. They are assessed for about three years to see if they will be used for breeding and what sort of performing. The horses that are surplus to requirements are sold off to assist with breeding programs in other parts of the world.

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All the foals are born a brown colour and it can take up to ten years for them to go white. There is the odd brown or chestnut horse but no black ones. This is because they were all killed centuries ago and it will take a long time to recreate the gene that produces a black Carthusian horse.

After the tour we went to the arena to watch the show. They brought in a line of mares who are roped together and they move around behind the master on the lead horse, turning this way and that in formation.

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They then bought in a stallion who ran wild and free around the arena – we were in the front row and it is quite amazing to see them running past you so closely.

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They then have two horses pulling a carriage – they move their legs in unison. They then had four horses pulling a cart where they did a time trial around the arena going between the cones.

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They then bought in the dancing horses as such, two horses who move around the arena changing the way they use their legs in a dancelike fashion – it really is quite amazing to watch how graceful they are.

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At the end they bought in the foals who jumped around the arena like lunatics. They then let their mothers in who they are separated from now but straight away each foal found it’s mother and started suckling. It was then the mother’s turn to go loopy – quite a few of them got down on their backs and rolled around in the sand.

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From ancient times, the horse has played an important role in our culture, a fact which has been demonstrated through numerous pictorial testimonies. In the Iberian Peninsula in particular, it is known that horses already formed part of the everyday life activities in the earliest civilisations.

The origins of the influence of the horse and, in particular the Andalusian horse, within our culture coincides with the flourishing of the first large civilisations in the Peninsula. The Carthaginians incorporated large numbers of horses into their armies due to their strength and endurance. Later, the ancient Romans were capable of appreciating the bravery of the Andalusian horse and used this breed to its full potential both as a means of transportation in civilian life, as well as in the frequent violent conflicts, as a sign of distinction reserved for kings and emperors.

The Arabs organised their armies to include a light cavalry, which was almost exclusively formed by Andalusian horses. This light cavalry was important in the Arab expansion in Spain. From their first contact with the breed, the invaders admired the virtues of the Andalusian horse and their great triumph lay in conserving and strengthening the characteristics or the Spanish race itself. This led to the creation of several important breeding centres and horses were even sent as gifts to Constantinople, Baghdad and other major cities throughout the Islamic Empire.

From its foundation towards the end of the XV century, the Monastery of La Cartuja has been converted into the cornerstone of the Jerezano thoroughbred horses. For three centuries, which coincided with the centuries of greatest splendour of the kingdom of Spain, the Carthusian monks established a breeding stock which, through time, would be converted into one of the most celebrated and appreciated stocks in the world.

The true origins of this stud farm are unknown, although one popular anecdote has it that when tenant of the Carthusian monastery, Don Pedro Picado, was unable to pay his ground rent to the monks, he decided to pay them in kind by offering them his mares and colts

For over five centuries the monks have played an important role with the Carthusian horse and the land on which the stud stands today. They were defeated a couple of times but were then reinstated. The stud and the land have changed hands many times over the last century and combined with a vineyard. In 1983 the State Heritage department (Patrimonio del Estado) took charge of these assets, and in 1985 the livestock was separated from the other assets belonging to the vineyard. In 1990, the State Heritage department incorporated the stud farm into the public sector company EXPASA Agricultura y Ganadería, S. A., which was given the responsibility of maintaining and improving this unique genetic heritage.

In March 1998, the Carthusian monks ceded to EXPASA, for use in the Stud, the original branding iron in the form of a bell, with which the horses were branded in the XV century. With this act the branding irons which have distinguished the stud since its creation were brought together, that of the Yeguada de la Cartuja – Hierro del Bocado.

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The Yeguada de la Cartuja – Hierro del Bocado, is in the present day, the most important reserve of Carthusian horses in the world, with over 200 horses grazing in freedom in the grasslands of the Finca Fuente del Suero Estate.

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Ronda, Málaga – Andalusia, Spain

Today we took a drive to Ronda which is situated in a very mountainous area about 750m above sea level. We decided to take the scenic route through the mountains. We turned off the highway just before our normal EU2.00 toll checkpoint that we go through on the way to Marbella. Just because you hop off the highway doesn’t mean you avoid the toll – they have a toll booth just off the highway too. The toll here was only EU0.95 – bargain. It is a bit of a joke re the tolls as Steve is never happy when he sees the toll booth looming in the distance. The highways in Spain are very good so the money has been well spent.

As we headed into the mountains we understood why the toll was only EU0.95 – the road was so bumpy. It was tar sealed but hasn’t been maintained that well so there are dips and hollows all over the show. Luckily it was only like this for the first 24km and once we passed the mountain village of Gaucin the roads were very good.

There are these mountain villages dotted along the way as well as the odd house here are there. We wondered what all the people that lived there did for a living – the land is very mountainous and scrub like. There were a few olive plantations and we saw a sign for a lime plantation but as a percentage we didn’t see a lot of productive land.

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It took us about an hour and a half to get to Ronda – it was a perfect blue sky day again so the contrast between the sky and the mountains was spectacular. Ronda has a population of about 35,000 so it was reasonably busy when we got there – the roads are narrow and there is not a lot of parking. We followed our nose through town and spotted a car coming out of a parking area so we nabbed it quick smart. Steve said we better take good note of where we’re parked so we find the car again. It turned out that this parking lot was just up from the main shopping street and next to the Police and Guardia Civil.

We wandered down the main shopping street which became pedestrian only after a while. We were quite surprised at the number and quality of the shops – it was great. I even managed to replace my running shoes, albeit I had to go with men’s version rather than the women’s. At half the price that I pay in NZ I am not complaining.

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The Guadalevín River runs through the city, dividing it in two and carving out the steep, 100 plus meters deep El Tajo canyon upon which the city perches. The Spanish Fir (Abies pinsapo) is endemic to the mountains surrounding Ronda.

Three bridges, Puente Romano (“Roman Bridge”, also known as the Puente San Miguel), Puente Viejo (“Old Bridge”, also known as the Puente Árabe or “Arab Bridge”) and Puente Nuevo (“New Bridge”), span the canyon. The term “nuevo” is a bit of a misnomer, as the building of this bridge commenced in 1751 and took until 1793 to complete. The Puente Nuevo is the tallest of the bridges, towering 120 metres (390 ft) above the canyon floor, and all three serve as some of the city’s most impressive features.

American artists Ernest Hemingway and Orson Welles spent many summers in Ronda as part-time residents of Ronda’s old town quarter called La Ciudad. Both wrote about Ronda’s beauty and famous bull-fighting traditions. Their collective accounts have contributed to Ronda’s popularity over time.

Hemingway’s novel For Whom the Bell Tolls describes the execution of Nationalist sympathizers early in the Spanish Civil War. The Republicans murder the Nationalists by throwing them from cliffs in an Andalusian village, and Hemingway allegedly based the account on killings that took place in Ronda at the cliffs of El Tajo.

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We did a self guided tour of the Plaza de toros de Ronda, the oldest bullfighting ring in Spain. It was built in 1784 in the Neoclassical style by the architect José Martin de Aldehuela, who also designed the Puente Nuevo.

The Plaza de Toros (bullring) in Ronda occupies a very special place in modern Spanish culture and history as the home of the Rondeño style of bullfighting and also of the Real Maestranza De Caballería De Ronda. The bullring was built entirely of stone in the 18th century, during the golden years of Pedro Romero’s reign as champion bullfighter.

Home to the Real Maestranza de Caballería de Ronda, Spain’s oldest and most noble order of horsemanship, an order that traces its heritage back to 1485, and the year the Catholic Monarchs Ferdinand and Isabella defeated the Moors in Ronda, thus bringing the city back under Christian rule after 773 years of Islamic rule.

Many tourist guides will tell you the Ronda bullring is the oldest and largest in Spain, in fact the story is confusing. The little bullring only has seating for 5,000 spectators, hardly the largest in the world, but the rueda, which is the large round circle of sand, is the largest in the world at 66m, making it 6m larger than Spain’s biggest bullring, the Plaza Toros Las Ventas in Madrid.

The bullring in Sevilla is considered older having commenced construction in 1761, and was completed in 1785, compared to Ronda’s commencement in 1779 and completion in 1784, though purists agree Ronda’s bullring should be entitled to the crown since it was first to stage a corrida. However, in May of 1784 during the first inaugural corrida to be held in Ronda’s Plaza de Toros, part of the stand collapsed forcing its closure until repairs could be made.

The second inaugural corrida occurred on May 19th 1785 and featured Pedro Romero and his greatest rival in the ring Pepe Hillo, by all accounts a day to be remembered in Ronda as one of bullfightings greatest moments. All of Ronda’s most noble families were in attendance, and the town was bedecked in flags while in the streets a great party was going on.

Ronda’s bullring, whilst perhaps not the oldest in Spain is definitely the oldest bullring constructed entirely of stone, most others being constructed with a combination of stone and brick. Ronda’s bullring, designed by José Martín de Aldehuela is unique in having all of the seating under cover. The stands were constructed in two levels of seating of 5 raised rows per level and 136 Tuscan sandstone columns forming 68 arches provide support for the top level of seating and the roof of the Plaza de Toros.

After checking out the bullring we visited the museum, the Museo Taurino, which contains many of the most important outfits and bullfighting regalia from the last two centuries, as well as an extensive collection of weapons used by the Real Maestranza during Spain’s many wars.

It was interesting seeing all the behind the scenes pens etc… Steve said he would quite like to see a bull fight but I am not so sure. Although a blood sport, by definition, some followers of the spectacle prefer to view it as a ‘fine art’ and not a sport, as there are no elements of competition in the proceedings. In Portugal, it is illegal to kill a bull in the arena, so it is removed and either professionally killed or treated and released into its owners’ (ganadero) fields.

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After our tour of the bullring we wandered back into town for some lunch. It was 2pm so all the shops (except restaurants) were closing for siesta. This tradition is still alive and well with most shops shutting for 2 to 3 hours. It was amazing how quickly the street cleared out.

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After lunch we drove back to Sotogrande – along the way we saw a traffic jam, Spanish style : )

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