Walking back towards town I could see Joe was tiring a bit but figured he would probably get some down time back at the Bristol for a few hours before we all went out for dinner this evening. I wasn’t sure whether or not he liked Moroccan food – and I don’t think he was sure either – but tonight we were all having the pleasure of the Moroccan restaurant Marrakech so we’d soon find out. 

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As we neared town I had already decided (and was planning in my head) that I would need to do that same walk again (probably tomorrow) because I wanted to revisit Nuffield Pool and Europa Point but for now I guess we were both just ready for something to eat. 

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Arriving back at the Bristol (as if by fortune) Carol and Sheila were just getting ready to go for lunch and (as they often did so eloquently) stated their preference to wander down Main Street to find a good chip shop; who am I to argue? Gibraltar is noted for its many fabulous chip shops (and I’m also noted for loving fish and chips) and so their decision got my vote 100% (and Joes) – even though it was only just last night that I’d devoured a mega portion at The Waterfront. 

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After a short walk (which was just as well for Joe because I think by now he was craning for a sit down) the ladies checked out the menu of a Bistro and Lounge who’s name escapes me (which clearly passed their very stringent audition) and took a seat on one of their outdoor tables. 
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Just to wind-up Joe I suggested to the ladies that if they weren’t sure with their choice of restaurant we (chaps) would be more than happy to continue on down to Casemates with them to choose another place; Joe responded by expressing in his own very unique way (see photo above – look carefully) that he was quite happy where he was. He never was a man of many words.
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The fish and chips were (once again) fabulous; for a Northerner like me it wasn’t just comfort food it was staple diet. If I moved into this chip shop I could quite happily survive forever. And the great thing about eating outdoors is being able to people-watch (of course). As I sat eating (and people-watching) I had a feeling that any minute soon everyone would be saying they would be going off for their (pre-Moroccan dinner) siesta and so I figured (no problem) while they all snoozed the afternoon away I might hoof off out to find the Holy Grail (The Buccaneer Night Club that had still so far escaped my searching eye). 
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(People-watching on Main Street)

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Just as I was planning my afternoon walkabout in my head (the Buccaneer, the Museum, maybe round the Water Gardens) Carol said “Shall we go to Alameda Gardens this afternoon?”. I was gob-smacked. Happily gob-smacked, but gob-smacked. I had planned to have a solo walk around the gardens before we left (and still did) but I was certainly up for an extra group walk around my favourite park. Even Joe nodded his approval between mouthfuls, obviously he was beginning to feel refreshed and reinvigorated. Wow. Even I couldn’t have made that up. It sounded like the Holy Grail would have to wait till tomorrow.

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