Gillieru Harbour St. Paul's Bay

I've just popped over to Malta for a day &amp; a bit (as you do!) to say a quick hello / goodbye to my parents (and bring them lots of goodies over for the last time in a while).<br><br>The weather is a little warmer than the UK, but not as warm as it's going to be in a week's time (ha ha ha).<br><br>Anyway, I'll keep this blog short so ciao for now!<br><br>Anita x

... Loved this city, and we all commented on how nice and polite the Spanish are (we are travelling with about 2000 Italians who have no concept of queuing or personal space). The Sagtrada Familia (neo-gothic style cathedral which is still being built) spectacular. Hopped on the underground, to visit a park with building designs inspired again by Gaudi, while the doors of the train were beeping, but only Olivia and Ryan managed to alight. Robyn ...

... without her. She speaks no English and I&#8217;m starting to envision the scenario when she is left behind. She didn&#8217;t want to come with us because she was tired after the Montserrat tour and she was already mad at Juju for bringing her. I run back to the cathedral where Juju last saw her and I come back without finding her. Somehow she just shows up a few minutes later. Later we head to a museum and into a theater to hear ...

... with a whopping population of 400 people. It's not completely small though since a larger city called Rabat pretty much surrounds its ancient walls dating back to 1000BC when the Phoenicians settled here. After walking around the old churches and buildings I headed on to Valletta, the capital. I liked being able to see an entire town in 20 minutes. It's a very efficient use of my time actually. I would have lingered a little longer but about ...

... local "How do we get to Popeye Village" and they said "oh, it's just about a 15 minute walk that way". What they failed to mention was that it was all up-hill and down roads that didn't have foot-paths. About 45 minutes later and parched from the hot sun, dad and I arrived at Popeye Village. It was pretty interesting, although I had never seen the movie. Dad loved it and we took heaps of photos. We were sure to be there in time for the bus back down to the town.<br>

Hivatalos nyelv: máltai és angol. Amit sokat és hangosan beszélnek (f&#337;leg a máltait). Egymás mellett, az út közepén, kikerülhetetlenül leállított autók ablakain keresztül, a szembe-szomszédok egymás között a nyitott ablakon át, a rádióban zene helyett és hangosbeszél&#337;n mindenhol, minden alkalommal. Vicces nyelv, kb. mint nekik a magyar. Arab az alapja, a nyelvtan is az állítólag, meg a szavak 60%-a is abból származik, de a többi meg olasz, vagy ...

The trip kicks off in Buenos Aires on Saturday if Alitalia decide to call off their ...

Today I started with another run to St Julians and back along the Sliema coast. I was getting quite used to the run and really enjoying them. Following that I had some time for a bit of journal writing, breakfast and then I was picked up by my Uncle and Aunty for lunch at cousin Michael's place followed by heading off to St Paul's Bay for an air show and speed boat racing. Lunch was superb, Michael's wife, Josette, is very nice and a lot of fun and in true Maltese fashion she ...

... and Il-Kastell (The Citadel) in Victoria. I studied the detailed map of Gozo in the 'On-2-Wheels' office. Grace Calleja, the owner (and owner of our apartment in 'Abacus Apartments') was very helpful in giving us ideas on where to go and which way to do it. A trait most Maltese seem to have. I studied the contours of the map to trying minmize uphill slogs, and have plenty of downhill cruises. Gozo is far from flat. Gozo has a very interesting ...

... move to the middle of the bus eh? A less jarring ride by far... My teeth stopped rattling in my head long enough to appreciate the little fishing village and harbour that I found here. Hundreds of brilliantly coloured fishing boats had me reminiscing of scenes from Asia, from Lombok all the way to to Mui Ne in Vietnam. The low-lying, chalk-white town in the ...