The End of Crazytown Europe
Trip Start Aug 01, 2005
141Trip End Dec 15, 2005
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We headed out with the idea of finding a nice place to get a cup of tea, walk around a new town, eat dinner at a nice restaurant, and head to the airport. The problem with our plan is that Malta is closed on Sunday. Everything is closed, except the official tourist sites. With no luck in finding any tea, we took a bus over to Valletoria, the town that the Maltese knights defended against a Turkish siege in 1565. Apparently the siege involved 40,000 turks, and 15,000 defenders, including civilians. The Turks left with only 10,000 men alive, while the Maltese lost half their population. I believe the site was used as an air raid bunker in WWII
We headed over to the restaurant on the beach. A typical tourist place, we looked completely out of place not wearing collared shirts and carrying duffel bags. Once the waiter folded thet napkins and placed them on our laps, I declared it to be the nicest place I had ever eaten at. I had some kind of walnut spagetti, it was amazingly good.
We barely made the last bus to the airport scheduled at 10pm. The normal fare for a bus is Lm0.20. When I got on, the driver said I had to pay another ten cents for my bag. Now, knowing that this was completely made up crap, and that he was going to pocket the Lm0.10 and that there were 6 total people on this bus, I decided I'd argue it a little. I'm not sure why, but I broke the obvious rule of "the bus driver is always right". He gave me back my Lm0.20 and said to go take the taxi for Lm6.00. I gave him the 30 cents. The bus driver is always right.
Malta is a strange place isolated from the rest of the world. People here go at their own pace and no faster. Although its been the center of a lot of historical occurences in the past, its more or less insignificant now, and the people there like it that way. It's Sicily, if Sicily was its own country.