The Shock of Gibraltar
Gibraltar, Iberian Peninsula
It occurred to me after I’d already recorded the V.O. for the ape that I really should have done him with a British accent.
Because, well… have any of you ever been to the Rock of Gibraltar?
It’s sort of surreal, honestly, because it’s off the coast of Spain, but it’s technically a British territory. So there’s lots of rigmarole crossing over… you have to go through the whole passport and customs situation, the whole shebang.
And even though just moments before you were completely submerged in Spanish culture (and you probably only plan to stay at the Rock for a couple hours, max), suddenly everything is priced in pounds and it’s all English accents and British flags and driving on the opposite side of the road.
I know these people are just over there living their (very real) lives, but still. It felt very surreal to me, almost pretend.
Actually— I couldn’t help but be reminded of those little 1800s theme park villages in the U.S. where you go and everyone is dressed in Victorian garb, speaking with fake accents and pretending to be blacksmiths.
Again. I realize this isn’t the case, and that all the residents of the Rock of Gibraltar are totally real people, I’m just telling you how it felt.
We were over at the Rock of Gibraltar for only the briefest of intervals— basically just so we could have a mediocre British-themed lunch and a British ape could try to steal my cigarettes— then we went back across to Spain and continued on doing all our Spanish things. 🤷♂️ 😝
So, see? Surreal.
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