Did we hit Malta or did Malta hit us?
Well we hit Malta international just as it was getting dark and after a hectic run through passport control we were outside puffing away like a pair of old chimneys! (back when I used to smoke) straight away we spotted a Mc Donald's so we knew we weren't going to starve (see how ignorant I was to travel back then!) this was the first Wrinkly racers tour ever! and one that turned into a tradition every year, maybe I should explain. I am the younger of two children for those who know me they know that my brother is the sporty one of the two and therefore shares many interests with my farther, on of which is a love of fishing. Now god knows ive tried to get into this mind numbing sport but lets face it im just not the sit down for more than ten seconds type. Again trying to cut a long story short my bro and my farther would take a week or two out to go fish in France or around the UK leaving my poor ol mother :) to look after things. So what is good for the goose is good for the gander and the Wrinkly Racers Tour was born (a name derived from my mothers mad cap driving style)