Border Crossing Spain Gibraltar is part of the Gold Medal Trip Report.
Many have speculated if TPOL is in the CIA. Why does he speak 7 languages (see TPOL The Polyglot: A Better Way to Learn Multiple Languages)? Why has he been to the most random of places (see Where I’ve Been)? Why does he walk around with surveillance equipment (Creeper Cam Is Back: Alexander Bachuwa Launches the Vlog)?
I cannot confirm or deny such reports. I can say that I feel like an undercover agent whenever I have the opportunity to cross a border on foot. There’s a special thrill to it. One second I am under the laws and regulations of one country, the next second I’m in no man’s land, and in the third instance, assuming I am not detained, I am in a new country.
The crossing from Spain to Gibraltar was especially memorable. One second, I am speaking Spanish, the next I am transported through an English portal. It’s similar to when I try to go to ESPN in Puerto Rico and am redirected to ESPN Deportes, but in reverse order.
The reminder that I was no longer in Kansas, Spain anymore was exemplified by the iconic British phone booth.
The fun continued as I found myself walking across an active runway, something I would experience more vividly upon my return (see What a Shot! Crossing the Airstrip Gibraltar) en route to the Holiday Inn Express.
How can it get more fun than this?
TPOL’s Tip: If you’re arriving at night and are looking for a taxi, you will not find one. The Holiday Inn Express is only a fifteen minute walk.
