Adventure Babies

in short i have been on this jaunt mindful of the consternation i have for bad english weather; as it is dastardly and terrible, especially in the way it instigates the passage of pie into my mouth and causes the inches of my hithertho well formed waist to expand. somewhere lurks dark lunar musings. anyway Sevilla was pleasant enough, nice and temperate, tapas, beer , the alcazar, the giralda, lovely islamic gardens, the smell of spring, orange groves and piff tiff walks by the river, pause serial number d55650 and tosh and off to gibralter which is seemingly and inplausibly existing under British traditions, traditions which quickly disspated my excitement as i crossed the runway in the night, only to be confronted by mothercare, motherfucker! more like, the resident apes were all drinking in the local pubs and cheering on manchester city, tax dodging man city barbary macaques! the whole lot of yers... however the apes on the rock were charming and inqusitive lil scamps plus they only attacked me three times, me thinks the plastic bag full of bananas and muffins was a bit silly on my part te hah, so i came down from the mount to the half way moon and cable station where i lay down, back to the vertical drop below the ramp, and face gazing up and the cliffs, full of raptors, gulls and other noisy birds, a piece of metaphysical manna, then i desend into Tarifa for beautiful sunsets, soothing winds, greek takeaways, singing birds and views over to Morroco, which i visited today on what was possibly the most exciting few hours of my small bastard life, chapter to follow..............