European Summit Challenge
Gibraltar - The Rock 426m

Mediterranean Steps

The Rock of Gibraltar punches well above it's weight for high point of only 426m, and for a round trip that can be made in little over two hours from sea to summit and back. Stray from the tourist route and a mini adventure is in store, but first let me rewind a little.
I had come here with my wife and son two days previous with a plan. Not expecting them to walk to the top, I had figured on them enjoying a cable car to the top station and making my own way up on foot. I had not figured on the cable car being closed for essential maintenance, but it was January, and very likely the quietest time of year for tourist. Teams of minibus taxis touted for our business as I tried to persuade my family that a good walk would be great for all of us, but eventually, at the brink of a domestic incident I gave way and we handed over a princely sum to be transported up the Atlantic facing slope from one visitor site to the next; St. Michael's Cave, Ape's Den, and the Upper Galleries. The latter being a tunnel excavated in to the north facing cliff linking artificial caves dug for the placement of cannons during the 1770-83 siege. We fed the Barbary Macaques (the only apes living wild in Europe), and I confess had a good time.
But all this just did not count for a fanatic like myself, so two days later we returned. At two o'clock I waved my wife and son farewell as a small motor boat took them out into the Bay of Gibraltar on a dolphin  spotting  trip.  There it  was,  a

Pillars of Hercules Monument.

Pillars of Hercules Monument at the Jew's Gate.

window of opportunity. I grabbed some lunch and most importantly some drink from the quay side Tesco's store, and made my way through the city walls into town and southwards, under the wires of the cable car, above the botanical gardens, to the pay booths marking the entrance to the Upper Rock Nature Reserve, the gate otherwise known as the Jew's Gate. Here I passed the tourist who, like ourselves only days earlier, were looking our across the Straits to the coastline of North Africa, and taking photos of the bronze "Pillars of Hercules" monument.
Thus far I had followed the road through a hillside covered in a smothering, dried lava like carpet of cement. The views had all been westward, out over the docks, the warships, pleasure craft and dolphins watchers. But from now on I would tread on less known ground. The "Mediterranean Steps" path began behind a hut at the Jew's Gate and at first contour through the reclaiming vegetation above Point Europa. Below, unseen persons shot at targets out to sea, their gun fire echoing amongst the crags. A myriad of gulls soared high on the breeze, squawking cries so human that for a while I was certain that I was not alone on the path, that at any minute, coming round the next corner, I would meet a party of walkers, a family, children calling and shouting. I never did, that path was deserted.
There are steps, many of them. But before  these   came  an   uncertain  path


The path as it contours round above Point Europa.

with a few false lines, perhaps means by which to explore the military lookouts and gun placements nesting in the limestone. For a few minutes I attempted to follow a misguiding terrace, with hindsight I dare not now call it a path, up a scree slope. I though better of it and headed downwards on an equally misguiding and dangerous path. Despite the exposure and crumbling steps the latter proved to be the correct way, and so it was that I arrived at a second junction, a wall, and a rusted and bent metal signpost. Certainly no one was caring for the pathway and in parts of the western world it would have been closed for safety and fear of lawsuits. Here, it was as if the signposts had been meddled with to confuse an invading army, and then everyone had left, never to return in the last fifty years. The rusting sign read "Mediterranean Steps" and pointed downwards. This was absolutely ridiculous so I figured that I would head on up. What the Hell, if I was wrong the  steps could  not go  far,  and I

Point Europa.

Looking out over Point Europa to North Africa.

Vegetation reclaims the path at every turn.