While living in Spain, my mum used to visit and frequently stayed with me for a few months. On one such occasion between Christmas 2005 and New Year 2006, I had an electric problem. I contacted an electrician about rewiring the whole house, and he said he could do it immediately but that it would take a couple of days. Not having any electricity, we decided to go to Gibraltar for a few days.
I drove down to Gibraltar, and we stayed in a cheap hotel for a few days before heading back. We had a look around Gibraltar, which didn't take long and went on the cable car to the top of the rock to see the views. While there, we had a quick look at the gun emplacements used to protect the Straits of Gibraltar during the war, but we didn't spend much time looking at them. I wish I had paid more attention to this place as I found out years later when researching my family tree that my Grandfather, Llewelyn Morris, had been stationed there for a few years. Knowing this would have made it more enjoyable for me, but I think I will have to go back one day.
We had a look at the Barbary macaque monkeys climbing all over the rock and any cars they could get to. I was surprised by how many people drove their nice cars through the monkeys. All the monkeys jumped on them and pulled bits of the car off. Any woman who had an open handbag had a monkey's hand stealing anything they could reach in the handbag, and anyone with food had it snatched from their hands.
The monkeys aren't shy and would sit there eating bugs off of each other. The more hot-blooded ones could often be seen masturbating while sitting on the rocks. This provoked many awkward questions from small children to blushing parents.
We also drove down to where the Mosque and lighthouse are situated but didn't go into either. The Mosque had a car park big enough for every car on the Island to park, and there was still room left over.