Malta

Our comfy steed in & out of Malta

The ferry pulled up into the port at about 9pm so we eventually got a taxi after arguing with a cocky local and making deals with an Sicilian couple to split the cab. Eventually we got to our hostel and got the tips from our friendly host before crashing. The next day we walked up and down the nice foreshores, small shopping streets and then caught boats and buses to other cities on the island.

Its a funny place after just being in Italy. This commonwealth country has the shopping and culture of London, architecture of Greece and Italy's weather. This all mixed in with the local Maltese (Latin orientated language). If you take a 5 minute look at the history of Malta it is equivalent to the girl that's been around the block in terms of ownership and ruling. Everyone has had a crack over the past couple thousand years. That night we walked the foreshore and then sat down at a great Maltese restaurant (Gululu) for some rabbit (Maltese love it) ravioli and a bottle of red.

foreshore by day..

by night.

The second day we visited the most renowned markets in the area. Very impressive gathering right next to the ocean littered with their cute little colourful fishing boats. From their we attempted and failed to visit the blue cave and temples (apparently some of the oldest in the world). The ocean was to rough for the cave and then we were to late for the temple. Oh well. We enjoyed getting to know Holly, a fellow aussie we met at the hostel who is from Sydney and on her way home from 2 years in London town. Was a great little visit to the little island. Will have to return during summer one day to enjoying all the cliff jumping and other aqua activities. MAH

The view from the cake shop in Mdina

sunday markets portside