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... ways and he took photos while I went shopping. After packing our bags for the trip to Dubai tomorrow, it was time for dinner and we decided to go to the marina for Chinese. We had a 2 person banquet at the Oriental Restaurant China Gardens. It was very good. We planned to get the lift back, but once again it was closed so we had to walk the 230 steps back to our ...
... met our collective requirements. As usual the internet was slow but at least we got the essential business done such as emails and updating the NZ Herald. Syncing photos for the blog and uploading them would again have to wait. We wandered the clean wide pedestrian cobbled streets that were in what we imagine was an upmarket part of town and it seemed to go for miles. Tina was keen to stay and do some shopping and walk back to the ship by herself. Ang wanted ...
... a great laugh. They were in Malta for work. One was young and the other 2 were literally old enough to be our dads but they were hilarious. One of them had the funniest dance moves, he woulda been 50 dancing like an 18 year old. They bought us a few drinks and we went to the night club for a bit of a dance. 2am later and we had redeemed ourselves for sounding like total nanas earlier! Randomest night ever but good fun. Gunna be struggle street ...
... refuge in a cave, now known as St. Paul's Grotto in Rabat, Malta. Archaeological evidence seems to support this tradition, as Malta was one of the first Roman colonies to convert. We return to our hotel at 3.30 for lunch and to lay around the pool before dinner. Joe and Maxine pick us up at 7.30 to show us where dad was born and lived sixty years ago. Wonderful to see were he played in the streets as a child. Joe told me stories his dad told him as a child ...
... the village was a jungle of plants.
-----Explosions of flowers clogged the alleys with their colors - pink, red, white, magenta, yellow - and their smells: sweet powdery fragrances, rich cherry aromas, addictive buttery pollens. Pine trees dropped their needles everywhere, providing me with my soft bed. All kinds of cacti grew arrogantly, and I worried they'd slowly swallow me with their fat tentacles.
-----Chameleons, newts, snakes, mice, and a ...