Macroscien said... 
I wonder if somebody still try to get on yellow or red light ?
Pretty sure that is Gibraltar.
One Christmas, without any real plans I rode my bike from England to Gibraltar. Wasn't really planning to go that far, just ended up heading south chasing the warmer weather.
Anyway, arrived at the back of that queue having no idea what the queue was for. You queue at the Spanish border and then the British border, and then another queue.
So, being on the bike I jump to the front of the queue, just to see a mass expanse of tarmac and one tiny red light. I am sure there was no barrier, just a white line and a red light. Thinking that I couldn't see the point of a red light in a mass of tarmac, I was just thinking about rolling forward when brrraaaaccccchhhhh - plane lands about 30m in front of me.
I then realised what the light was about and decided to wait for green.
If you ever get the chance Gibraltar is a pretty strange place. I imagine a bit like wearing fluro green budgy smugglers, paddling out into Snapper Rocks at first light on a cranking Tuesday on a SUP and announcing 'gooden morgen, my name is Fritz, I have cum to do ze surfin' with you, we share some waves yar'
would that mean 
