Off we headed again. Cadiz is only about six miles across the bay from Rota and as the fog came in as we left, it seemed a good place to head and enjoy the City at night. I say at night as we had gone across there in the ferry from Rota and spent the day getting lost in all the wee narrow streets searching out all the tourist attractions.
I can remember standing at Charing Cross train station (in Glasgow) after a hard day at Biggart Baillie, hearing all about Cadiz from a friend, David Bias, who just loves the place. He asked me if we might go there when, and if, Gordon and I ever realised our dream to do this trip. Seems like a lifetime ago. Still can’t quite believe we are actually here now.
There follows a smorgasbord of our time here:
Ferry from Rota
Entering Cadiz
Plaza San Juan de Dios
The Cathedral
Sore back so …….
Medicinal stop and dinner here tonight
