It has been over 18 months since we were in Europe, and as we arrived though the front gate that is the Gibraltar Strait, we were welcomed with one hell of a sunset. This was followed by a night of pea soup fog, which really is not ideal when you are in the worlds busiest shipping lane.
The next morning however the skies cleared to just scattered clouds with the stress of the Strait behind us we soon found ourselves back in the familiar role of fishing. 20 minutes after setting the lines we found ourselves hooked. A broken rod and 15 minutes later TJ landed what is probably the biggest fish many of us have ever seen.
Once the excitement had settled, jokingly/semi-seriously we threw the lines back out and in less than 5 minutes we were hooked again. This time another tuna, which we would have been stoked with usually, but was somehow dwarfed by the whale that we pulled in earlier.
Anyway if you don't believe my story, here are some photos to make your own one up with.
Ears: Happy Hands Club - Lost At Sea
The traffic jam that is the Gibraltar Strait, each red triangle is a ship that HAS AIS tracking, there are still all the normal boats and fishing vessels that don't have it to deal with.
Steve and Fede keeping a good watch
More detailed traffic
Spain on the left and Morocco on the right.
Jim, in typical British fashion, saluting the Rock of Gibraltar with a nice cup of English Breakfast
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