Traditional Maltese Farmhouse
- Shuttle bus service
- Free High-Speed Internet
- Swimming pool
- Free parking
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Following signs through St. Paul’s Bay up the hill toward the town of Mellieha and Ghadira, past the Red Tower, and to the ferry town of Cirkewwa. There we got in line for the ferry. There was no one there to take any money for the fare. When I asked I was told that we pay in Mgarr, on the island of Gozo.
The main town of Gozo, directly in the center, is the town of Victoria, and in Maltese is called Rabat. This is also an area of Malta that was ...
... We have a beautiful view of the city and the ocean in the background. Then happy hour by the pool bar. We cleaned up and walked to Restaurant Don Quixote. We had enjoyed it several times on past visits. It didn't disappoint. Pasta for Dave and i had wonderful fish with sauteed shrimp. Walked back up hill. Yes, the walking continues, but nothing like Rome. Ready for a goodnight's ...
... running to get our connecting bus and not quite sure where we'd be getting off.
First stop was Medina. A small medieval walled town on top of a hill in the center of the Island. A bit like Lucca, Italy with the exception of sunshine rather than rain and houses in the place of shops. Medina was a maze of small, narrow streets flanked by two storey mustard coloured limestone houses. The city wall has been amazingly preserved, same goes for ...
... hospital facilities for ANZAC troops after 'Galley Polly', it took me a while to translate that as Gallipolli and by that stage we were well past the building. It's a real mix of a place with an original approach to town planning (if any). Along the one street you'll have houses, a cathedral (or two) , a vineyard and then perhaps a quarry. It's quite odd, I didn't see any heavy industry. Windmills, aqueducts and palm trees are interspersed ...
... were able to witness the daily cannon firing ceremony that takes place from this location then we all have a sit down reflect on deeds done and plot the next ones on Uncle Fred's agenda. Before we know it the time is 6.00 pm and with Uncle Fred off to a wedding reception we part company and head back to our fishing village. Our first real disaster of no proportion took place at dinner or lack thereof, just how can it take two hours for chicken nuggets and then when they ...