Day 100 : 100 days and Monkey Attacks I've never really liked monkeys that much but after today, I can say with 100% certainity, I never want to see another monkey for as long as I live. Even in the ZOO I will walk around the monkey territory with kilometers inbetween us. You might be asking yourself, why? I'll tell you why. But first story of how we got to the monkeys in the first place. After my first failed attempt to get to Gibraltar (sorry Leni, again), me, Káťa and Jacob (Káťa's bf) decided to go to Gibraltar together. Our trip was met with problems from the beginnig, like a blah blah car driver cancelling our journey so we had to take the bus instead. After the usual drill, waking up at 5, sitting in a bus for 3 hours, checking my ID for the 100th time, we finally got there. I wasn't an immigrant anymore! I felt a little like a tour guide since I know the "town" La Línea de la Concepción by heart, but it was a useful knowledge. So after getting through the borders, we saw the Gibraltar airport with cars and people crossing the runway. After that, we went to the town underneath The Rock, walked around, drank coffee, heard english, everything was amazing. After all this excitement, we decided to go to the top of The Rock to see the famous monkeys and have a great hiking trip. For like an hour everything was fantastic, we laughed, sweated out our souls, walked and made photos. Then we finally got to almost the middle of the mountain and we spotted the first monkeys. After necessary photoshoot with said monkeys, we continued through a little unsteady bridge and even Káťa, with her fear of hights made it through. And then it all went sideways. We got this amazing idea to shorten our way and go by steps to the top of the hill. But that is the monkeys territory. The first pair of monkeys just layed on the steps, eating the flees out of their furs so we just stepped around them and that was it. The second and the third pair were basically the same. But then the fourth were the problem. Káťa and Jacob walked by them without much problems, but the furry little bastards waited for me and circled around me, literally cutting my way up the stairs. When the first monkey sat on my shoulder it was fun. The second on my back, not so much. The third holding my hair and the fourth sitting on my head was just plain scary. So frozen in panic and fear I just stood on the stairs, surrounded by monkeys who opened my bag and tried to steal stuff from it. I had no idea what to do. I was scared they would get angry and become agressive and the one sitting on my back had her teeth too close to my neck. Godammit, that was scary. Somehow, I escaped the little bastards and managed to keep my head together to the top of the stairs. To shorten the story, one panic attack later, we were at the top and immediately wanted to go back down. Luckily we had Jacob with us because me and Káťa were scared shitless and tere were monkeys everywhere. In the trees, in the cable car, on the road, everywhere. After a very fearful way down, still with shaking hands and knees and a pounding heart we were finally back in safety and out of that hell-hole. One very necessary beer later, we went to shop for magnets and food and went the hell away from there. To sum it up, I am happy I went and happy for this experience but I can honestly say, that it was the first and the last time I've ever visited Gibraltar. For the love of all that's good and pure, I hope I won't ever see a live monkey near me ever again and that I won't have nightmares for the rest of my life. I must say, it was an incredibly adventurous 100th day. 💯 Hugs and kisses.