Yesterday I went on a day trip to Gibraltar with my Belgian roommate Emilie and 13 people from Estepa's Escuela de Idiomas. For those who don't know, it's a funny little region on the tip of Southern Spain that's owned by the UK. It used to be strategic for the British military, but now I'm not really sure what's there other than tourism and tax free cigarettes, chocolate, and cigarettes sunglasses, and an interesting group of proud half-English-speaking, half-Spanish-speaking Gibralarians.
And, of course, monkeys. The monkeys were at least 50% of my reason for going, and they did not disappoint.
Here's a police officer. They have a funny relationship with the monkeys because technically they're supposed to be telling the tourists not to touch the monkeys, but then the monkeys climb all over the place-- all over the tour buses and trees and benches and police officers. Here's one example of a weird police/monkey relationship in Gibraltar.
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