The diary-esque asthetic of the blog really lasted for a long time. Although I really liked it. What a shame. But the thing is – I didn’t feel it. I didn’t feel like writing and I didn’t even have the time for it as well, honestly.

After Tanger, my quick detour to Africa where I tested the Arabian waters, I had two stops left in far-away-lands: Gibraltar and Malaga. Gibraltar I really wanted to visit because it’s kind of a country, but not really. It’s actually a „dependent territory“, more specifically an „overseas territory“ belonging to the United Kindgom. Colonialism. Beautiful.

Luckily there have never been any territorial disputes with Spain over this geopolitical quirk. For more on this see: Disputed Status of Gibraltar.

Either way, from the outside it’s quite a funny situation: You arrive with a bus in La Línea de la Concepción, a Spanish city right on the border to Gibraltar. You then walk two minutes across the street get your passport checked two times, „Hola“, „Hello“ and suddenly you’re in the lands of King Charles. I love it. Add to that the fact that you have to cross the runway on the airport of Gibraltar in order to actually get into the country and everything gets even better. I honestly had to chuckle a little bit while walking to my hostel. I’m glad I went there. I only stayed for one night, but still, beautiful „country“. I also walked up the rock and saw the monkeys – of course – and then left the next day via the same route I got in. But this time I took the bus to Malaga, my last stop in Spain.

Malaga has also been the only stop at which I stayed more than three nights because (for whatever reason) I had time left. For those days I only had two plans: chill and walk the Caminito del Rey. Latter being a kind of hiking trail which is mounted to the side of a cliff. I will not go into more detail because I’m tired, google for yourself, but it’s good stuff. So yeah, I did that and also successfully managed to do the „chill“-part of my plan. I met really cool people in Malaga, the weather was mostly bad as well, so we just hung out and went partying a few times later on.

At that point though I was honestly already looking forward to being home again. And how I got home is a story for the next few times.

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There will be a few more blog posts, maybe two, but not more. I want to finish this trip, mentally as well. Honestly, it kinda sucks to be back in your regular life and have other obligations than just travelling, but I will go further into than in a later post.

Just a short one, but thank you for reading anyway!

-Louis, 23, is sick now because Germany is cold as hell