Paradise Bay Resort Hotel
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- Continental Breakfast
- Swimming pool
- Free High-Speed Internet
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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 ...
... we didn’t have enough time to do that. However, it was very breathtaking. The water in Malta is the prettiest we have seen so far. There is a very tiny island that was visible from the Blue Grotto area – apparently it was used for target practice in the past.
Much of Malta was bombed in the war, like most places we have been. There is a big war museum, and you can also go to the "war room," which is 40 feet underground, and where much of the Mediterranean warfare ...
... 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 ...