At supper that night, I was able to order anything for dessert - as I told the people around our table, I'd earned it (insert smug 'tude here):
Well, I got my workout in this morning before the tenders started running us to shore, I got in 9 laps around the deck just before supper, and in between, we climbed the Rock of Gibraltar!
At a mere 416m, it's no Sulphur Mountain, but it was high enough for one day. The story here, including the harrowing close encounter with monkeys:
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