Paradise Bay Resort Hotel
- Continental Breakfast
- Free High-Speed Internet
- Swimming pool
- Room service
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... fourth, Boom. We walk around a corner and about 50 people are on the street jostling for a good camera shot, but of what? I literally walk down the middle of the road and out come Prince William and his entourage no more than 20ft away
Waving and smiling. If he had been American I reckon some burly blokes would have had me face down on the tarmac should code red. As it happened he waved everyone cheered (no I didn't) and away he went, all very ...
... Simon who makes her look like Miss Daisy along the back lanes in Malta. We arrive at Ghar Lapsi for a shore dive and things don't look good. As the majority of the group are only Open Water divers Simon decides the entry is too rough and choppy. He then turns to me and Jill saying as we're from the North East we probably didn't think there was a problem, I have to agree we've both been in at worse, soft Germans. Back in the van to drive to the east coast of the ...
... impact on the sea). I wasn’t too worried – after all, I was born and raised on the West Coast, live in Rain-couver, and have just spent 6 months in rain-soaked Brussels. What’s a little rain?
As it turns out, this wasn’t just a little rain. It was a full-blown winter squall that blew up out of nowhere. Within twenty seconds, my pants were soaked through. Another ten seconds, and my feet were not only wet, but I could feel ...
... a ghost town (excepting of course, the presence of all the Bobs and Margarets). What’s funny is that Mdina is quite a quaint little town from the inside, but when I passed it this morning in the half-light as the sun rose and the major buildings were illuminated by floodlights, it looked quite imposing perched there on the hillside. I suppose appearances can be deceiving.
After deciding that we’d probably seen every nook and cranny that Mdina ...
... I realized that if we wanted to make the bus, we’d have to motor, and we ran down and back to the bus station…just in time to miss our bus. Faced with the prospect of waiting another 45 minutes, we sunned ourselves on a bench, were treated to a loud **** from a nearby bus driver, and then went into a café for a snack.
We made the next bus, and drove through the narrow, winding streets of Gozo (not so winding that they ...