01-06-2013 - 3-6-2013
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| Gibraltar from Monte Hacho |
You’d think, wouldn't you, that when the Romans came up with
the idea of the Pillars of Hercules that they would be clear about which hills they meant? I understand that it was the furthest west that Hercules got when doing his twelve labours - although I think they were named after a pub in Soho, in that London. Anyway, the least the Romans could have done is give the precise
longitude and latitude for the summits of the two pillars. It is generally
recognised that the pillar on the northern side of the Straits of Gibraltar was
the Rock of Gibraltar. However, there is less certainty about which one on the
Libyan (as it was then known) southern side it is – the two contenders are
Mount Hacho, which is in the Spanish enclave of Ceuta and Jabal Moussa, which
is just over the border in Morocco. As an obsessive hillbagger I decided that I
would try to visit the summit of all three – not something that many people, if
any, bother to do.
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| The messy top area of the Rock. |
Obviously lots of people get to near the top of the Rock of
Gibraltar – there is a cable car, special taxis and several walk ways. Hardly
any get to the actual top because of walls, barbed wire, steep rocks, difficult
vegetation and the apes ( although I found the seagulls, behaving like bonxies, more menacing as they flew straight at me and did not swerve until the very
last moment). I started at sea level and walked around the town looking for a
haircut – and found a traditional barber
still using cut throat razors and scissors. Then feeling a lot more
light-headed I walked up the long traversing road to the Pillars of Hercules
sculpture, paid my 50p entrance fee (it is £12 if you drive up there) and got
to the point where the path goes down the other side on the Mediterranean
steps.
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| Mediterranean steps |
From there it was pretty easy to clamber over a wall to avoid the barbed
wire and on to the rock by O’Hara’s battery. Most people don’t go to all this
bother and they are probably right not to. There is another summit to the north
that looks as high, but the barbed wire has been reinforced all round that one
– I know, because I tried to get round it from both the north and south,
despite the gulls.
I walked the rest of the ridge as far as the cable car and
then felt I had done enough and followed
the steep steps that go straight down into the town with its cafes
offering ‘real fish and chips’ and ‘all day breakfasts’ for the people on the
cruisers who are already feeling homesick.
I decided against setting up a hedge fund to take advantage
of the lax tax regime in Gibraltar.
11.59km, 781m ascent
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| Gibraltar from Spain |
Overnight in a carpark by West Quay, Gibraltar
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| Monte Hacho from the ferry |
Next day I caught the Acciona Trasmediterranea Ferry from Algeciras to
Ceuta – a ferry ride that was a tad quicker than the Portsmouth – Santander one
i.e. one hour rather than 24. The days objective was to get to the top of Mount
Hacho 203m P which has a fort built on
top. Not having a proper map it took a bit of driving around until I finally
decided to park in the Mirador de San Antonio (117m) -with great views across the Med - N35.89975 W 5.29456 on the northern side of the peninsula.
From
there I found a dirt road that lead across the west side of the fort – just
before the road came to an end I found, by chance, a narrow track that lead
uphill to the walls of the fort. Forcing my way through the overgrown
vegetation accompanied by the calls of a peacock I came out on a road that came
up from the town – when I looked later, I could not find the beginning of that
road though. This took me up to a locked and closed wooden door – close by was
the highest accessible natural rock I could find, N35.89372 W5.29261 – although it was obvious
there was higher ground inside the high walls. I followed the walls around for a
while and then found an alternative way back down to the carpark.
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| Highest accessible point at back |
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| The pretty but closed back door |
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| The main door to the Forteleza de Hacho |
Later, I
discovered another dirt track that went up to the east side of the fort and
here there was a gate guarded by a sentry. N35.89543 W5.28794. I did ask, but he politely refused
to let me inside.
Overnight in a car park in Ceuta.
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| Jabal Moussa from Monte Hacho |
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| Jabal Moussa from the ferry |
On the third day, would you believe it, there were clouds and,
in particular, there were clouds obscuring Jabal Moussa 839m (prominence unknown, by me). I
nearly let this put me off – I didn’t have a map, I suspected that there would
be no signposts/waymarks or any other form of encouragement and it was going to
be stumbling around in the mist. However, I decided I would at least have a
look.
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| Moussa from east end of Ben Younech |
Crossing the border into Morocco was fun – I am sure the
authorities have tried to make it as difficult as possible. Interestingly the
Spanish make the crossing to and from Gibraltar more difficult than the
Schengen agreement intended. However, at least they don’t have the numerous forms, the booths with their windows away from the vehicles so
that you have to get out and all the time there are several people, pretending
to be official ‘helpers’ in the hope of a tip. And does everyone get the
interrogation about whether they are carrying guns in their vehicle?
It was almost by chance that I ended up driving down a road
to the village of Ben Younech which hugs the coast at the foot of Jabal Moussa.
This road crossed the mountain at quite a height but there seemed no obvious
way from it and when I stopped to have a proper look I was waved at by a
soldier across the road to move on. It took me a while to figure out a possible
route from the village. In the end I drove through to the other end of the
village and parked by a little house (61m) N35.91111 W5.40246 – it wasn’t until I got back I realised
that it was a cafe and that it was called the Populare Jabal Moussa - see the sign.
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| The cafe sign - told you it was called the Jabal Moussa |
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| The village mosque |
Going down I decided to follow the mule track more
diligently than I had on ascent – mainly out of curiosity as to where it would
come out. Eventually I got fed up with it, as it wasn’t really that much easier
walking than the ascent route I had chosen. I came out in the village by a
mosque N35.90849 W5.39984 – just as the overwound
cassette tape of a prayer was played loud and tinnily and set off the village
dogs barking in unison.
I reckon if I had followed the mule track all the way I
would have come out near the taxi rank N35.90731 W5.39286 where there is a small carpark.
So, there you go. My first African mountain (if you count the Canaries as European) – Jabal Moussa, Jbel Mussa, Jebel Sidi Moussa. And it gets my vote as the other Pillar of
Hercules because at least you can get to the top, even though it is a bit of a
‘labour’.
9.08km 1640m ascent
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| Jabal Moussa from the south |
Overnight in Motel Rif Aire de Repos, Route de Fes, Bni
Kola, Ouezzane
You’d think, wouldn't you, that when the Romans came up with
the idea of the Pillars of Hercules that they would be clear about which hills they meant? I understand that it was the furthest west that Hercules got when doing his twelve labours - although I think they were named after a pub in Soho, in that London. Anyway, the least the Romans could have done is give the precise
longitude and latitude for the summits of the two pillars. It is generally
recognised that the pillar on the northern side of the Straits of Gibraltar was
the Rock of Gibraltar. However, there is less certainty about which one on the
Libyan (as it was then known) southern side it is – the two contenders are
Mount Hacho, which is in the Spanish enclave of Ceuta and Jabal Moussa, which
is just over the border in Morocco. As an obsessive hillbagger I decided that I
would try to visit the summit of all three – not something that many people, if
any, bother to do.
