First thing this morning, on the way to Gilbraltor form La Linea, we were stopped by a man wearing a uniform that resembled those costumes Nixon put on his armed guards in the White House. He told us in broken English that we would need to buy a visa to cross over from Spain in our car. He put an official looking ticket on our windshield. Fifty yards down the road, another policeman stopped us, removed the ticket from our windshield, and informed us that it was a used lottery ticket. Scammed for 2,000 pesata. This is a fairly common trick for gypsies.