Ramla Bay Resort
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- Swimming pool
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TravelPod Member ReviewsRamla Bay Resort Mellieha
In 2006 my Family purchased 2 time shares at Ramla Bay - so its become a home from home in many ways, we have lots of great memories here.This year i visited during Festa season which was amazing and a must if you ever do visit Malta!
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... up and head off to the hills for a pleasurable trot around the hills and cliffs. Near the end one of the cocky women who was adamant she could ride and needed no help ended up crying coz
she was scared of her horse and wanted to get off. Personally I would have left her to walk back, or drag her back like in a scene from The Good, The Bad and The Ugly but the guides convinced her to stay on and they led her back. We all returned safe and dismounted to ...
... so when I zip it up I can't breath so unzip it and put the rest of the gear in. Sweat is absolutely streaming off me, heatis not my friend, I need to get in the water. Down the steps we go, I hate shore dives, waddling along like a drunk penguin. I'm clumsy, I know I am, flippers and 20kg of weight down slippery steps is a bloody farce. Finally get in the water, why do we have a full suit on, I have baths at home colder than this! All the gear is working so why can't ...
... city photos on the bus).
After we left Malta, everyone had a late night since Friday is a sea day. We are slowly finding more young people, and have about 10 of us that hang out quite a bit. Our boat is going so slow – 7 knots - almost feels like we are just drifting in the ocean. Our ports are all so close together that they can’t go too fast. Tomorrow we get to Greece, and we will be 8 hours ahead of Texas time (we’ve mostly been 7 hours, except Tunisia, which was ...
... window, gestured to the back of the car and said, “I don’t suppose you want to hop in, do you?”
There were two others in the car, and I jumped in, leaving great puddles of water wherever I sat or put my feet. They generously drove me to the bus stop, where I sploshed my way onto a bus and went home to drive off. I ended up taking my pants off, turning the oven up full blast and opening the door, hoping to dry them somewhat.
... sort of church or chapel or devotional. Our landlady’s name is Lourdes, if that is any indication. We made our way leisurely through Rabat, looking out over the edge of the road to the surrounding lush green countryside dotted with prickly pear clusters and palm trees, and up the hill towards Mdina. Rabat, however, also has another side to its history. During WWII, poor Malta was quite hard hit – its proximity to then-fascist Italy while remaining a ...