Well, all those fascinated with the baked beans on toast saga will be delighted to hear that I have discovered the magical ingredient for the sauce… all will be revealed .. later.
It was a nice wintry day, sunny, slight breeze, and I had little to do except wander up and down Gib to the shops and take photos.
First. I doubt many of my readers see this on their usual Friday arvo wander.
Here we have cross-border workers, queuing at a local currency exchange to change their lovely sterling into lovely euros.
At a guess, they will be exchanging somewhere between £200 and £300 into euros. All this money will merrily go into Spain, to be spent in Spanish shops, on Spanish rent or mortgages, on Spanish car loans, and in Spanish bars etc etc
My point here, is that when people say, that Gibraltar benefits from Spaniards working here and boosting the economy and spending their money here – it’s not as simple as that.
Sure they buy fuel, fags and spirits. I forgot to take a picture of all the ones walking back up Main Street with their black bags full of goodies to smuggle across the border, if they dare risk it in the current climate.
Yes, cross-border workers help the Gibraltar economy by providing their labour. But they do not spend the bulk of their wages here by any stretch of the imagination.
A quick count for this picture gives approx 50 people. That means somewhere between £10,000 and £15,000, at one currency exchange alone, where money is changed into euros to leave Gib.
There are more currency exchanges. Official ones, and unofficial ones. The rate today was 1.19. How many more thousands of pounds were exchanged today to take out of Gib and into Spain?
Secondly, I doubt many of my readers see this local on the street.
His eyes locked onto my plastic bags. Barbary Macaques know that plastic bags = food. I told him to largate. I had a flask, a bottle of cava – and OK – a bunch of navos, white turnips. But go away monkey, you are not raiding my bags.
He obviously wasn’t happy with my lack of generosity. I got the message. ‘No quiere,’ said someone walking next to me. ‘He doesn’t want (his photo).’
Oh, the baked beans. It can wait.
Just another Friday arvo in Gib.