Hotel Primera St. Paul's Bay

... locally produced. We walked along the water, admiring the little fishing boats, all painted bright blue and yellow and green, each having a pair of eyes painted on the bow.
We made it back to the ship in plenty of time to dress for dinner. As we left the port after dark, the forts and walls were lit up. Simply magical.
Will try to send some pics with this.
Tomorrow a sea day. home Thursday.

I've just popped over to Malta for a day & 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).

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).

Anyway, I'll keep this blog short so ciao for now!

Anita x

... mouthed “get off at the next station” but all they could see as the train rushed into the tunnel was anxiety and horror written all over Olivia’s face (fortunately we had talked about this scenario happening when catching previous trains). Two minutes later we boarded a train and when arriving at the next station Robyn felt huge relief to see two children sitting waiting on the platform, however Olivia’s face was now one ...

Sleeping on the upper bunk of the ship's cabin reminds me of having an MRI. When I went in for the procedure a month ago, I was rolled under a flat plate two inches above my face and my head was secured to the table so I couldn’t move for twenty minutes. I don’t think I got over that terrifying experience because even though the cabin’s ceiling was two feet over me I felt claustrophobic. When we rise at 6:00am from ...

... a large admixture of Italian and other European influences, not surprising since everybody, literally EVERYBODY, speaks English, in a post-colonial situation not dissimilar to that of the Philippines or Malaysia, all with distinct national languages but anxious not to lose their English. More than a few speak Italian also. Where did the Arabic come from? It probably started developing slightly B.C. with the first historical inhabitants, the ...

... egy az egyben. Vera? All right! A számok szinte egy az egyben az arabból jöttek, úgyhogy a hébernek köszönhetően sok mindent megértek. Meg persze az olasz és az angol miatt is. Szerencsére latin ABC-t használnak. Múltkor az irodában pl. megértettem, amikor az utasaimról beszéltek valamit és már válaszoltam is a kérdésre, amit fel se tettek. Ezek után munka helyett azzal szórakoztunk, hogy mondtak egy számot máltaiul, nekem meg mondanom kellett ...

... scheduled for Friday. Anyway - My travelling companeros for 2 weeks in ...

My last full day in Malta! My dad's cousin Louis was picking me up today and I was in for a very special treat. First stop was a local band club (aka pub) where he goes each Sunday to meet up with a few of his mates, share a beer, as well as eat pastizzi, hopz bil zajt and a selection of other Maltese delicacies. His brother Edwin was there as well and I have to say I had an absolute blast. Edwin is a legend in these parts, I took a seat next to him and Louis on a bench at the front of ...

... Everywhere there are strange hills with flat tops, as if a giant had sat on them. I chose to climb the steepest hill first up, before the heat got too intense. This was the hill from Marsalforn up to Xaghra. After about 40 minutes we arrived at Ggantija, only to be met by bloody pain in the ass hords of day-trippers in their big air-conditioned coaches. I was glad I was slogging it. I got to see and experience much more of Gozo than they. Anyway ...

... added to the effect but since I couldn't find a decently priced fish and chips for a beerto wash down I hopped the next bus back to Valletta. Pretty boats seen and done. I thought it was to Valletta but no, we ended up on a magical mystery tour to Sliema, on the other side of one of the harbours surrounding Valletta. It must have been ordained however as ...