We're Off to See The Rock

A few years ago I was on a ship that was transiting the Straits of Gibraltar.  We all knew that this could be a once in a lifetime chance to see both Africa and Europe at the same time so most of use made our way to the weather deck.

 

The wind was about 40 knots (AKA really strong).  It was not a really safe place to be.  A few of the women on board were quite small and really ran a risk of being blown overboard (this would be considered a BAD THING).  So we all linked arms to keep the smaller ones from danger and generally supporting one another.

 

It's weird what memories a stormy day will bring, eh?

 

(Oh, we never saw Africa and almost missed Gibraltar altogether.  Along with the dangerous wind there was astonishingly thick fog.)