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3 December 2014

The Malta Experience


It is damn cold here in Germany now and so I think back to my nice time on Malta and Gozo rather fondly and wish I was there, instead of here. My personal history with Malta goes back to 1968 when, as a young soldier, I transited there on my way to Cyprus. I was billeted in transit accommodation in RAF Luqa airport, took a taxi with comrades into the then, Red Light district of Valletta. It was my first experience of a medieval city, but though I was fascinated by it, I was more fascinated by Strait Street, which seemed to get steeper the more I drank, for we started the evening’s entertainment at the bottom and worked our way up to the top!

My next trip was in 1995 when I joined Hanna and two of her daughters there, on their annual summer holiday. Hanna as the widow of a Maltese, had spent virtually all her summer holidays with her three daughters there, and so knew it well. It was she who showed me the historic places and the beaches, but I introduced her to “L” my friend, who as luck would have it, had also now married a Maltese and was living in Malta. The Red Light district of Strait Street was history and I discovered that Hanna’s in-laws had a house there at the top end of it.

My next visit was in 2002 when I sailed there on the return leg of my circumnavigation. It was a poignant moment for me sailing into the Marasamxet harbour. I recognised all the land marks and knew now some of its long history. “L” came on board and before I left she took me to lunch in the old British Officer’s Club on Manoel Island and now the Malta Yacht Club.

My visit this time had been planned to be with Hanna in 2010. We had booked the flat in Senglea with “L”, but sadly Hanna had to go into hospital and then was told she could no longer fly as it was a danger to her health. The holiday was cancelled, but now I felt I should go.

If, like me, you enjoy history and clambering over ancient rubble, if you also enjoy sunshine and blue skies and the sea, then Malta is a must see for you.

“L’s” flat in Senglea is blessed with a view to die for. This flat now had no history with Hanna and me, to make it a sad memory for me. It was something new and so a new beginning for me. I was content there. I kept it as a quiet place, there was no TV and I did not turn the radio on. In the evenings I checked my pictures or read a book. Or just sat in the balmy evening and enjoyed the view. It is now MY special place and one I will keep returning to. Insha’Allah!







Malta lies half way between Europe and Arabia! Geographically it is closer to Arabia, but in culture and mentality it is clearly European Mediterranean. The language alone has its roots in Arabic. The people are friendly and speak English as a second language, though I have an impression that the standard of English spoken has deteriorated since my first visit. I found on this visit that Malta had changed and was still changing. It is now a member of the EU, uses the Euro as currency and everywhere one goes, one can see huge sums of EU money being used to renovate and improve the infrastructure. Malta has three World Heritage properties on the UNESCO list and seven properties inscribed on the tentative list. For such a small archipelago this is quite something.



Malta and Gozo have ancient ruins which are older than Stonehenge and the Pyramids. They also have some of the finest medieval structures I know and if you like Baroque Churches those too. The British Empire history and buildings are also there to see and enjoy. The Film industry discovered the archipelago some time ago, and use it regularly. Popeye was made there and you can visit his village, for example.

New hotel complexes have sprung up in many places where once there were none. Holiday camps too in Mellhia Bay, one of which is being enlarged, according to an article I read in the Malta times. So you will find many places to stay which will suit your taste and pocket.

The cruise liners have also discovered the islands and almost every day one of these monstrous floating cities (sometimes two) puts into the Grand Harbour and the grockles pour like a plague of locusts over the island and Valletta in particular. If you gather from this that I hate mass tourism then you are correct. For the locals it must be quite something else in the summer months. But I am and have always been a loner and hate crowds. This should not put you off going, for I am sure it is no worse than the crowds elsewhere in Italy or Spain.


If you like eating out then there are many fine restaurants in both Gozo and Malta and I only had one bad experience in Gozo. In Senglea I ate out only once from choice, for I wanted to enjoy the view from the flat and I also enjoy cooking and hate eating alone in a restaurant. In Gozo with my friend “A” I ate out more often and she showed me some nice places with lots of atmosphere.


So if you have never been, now is the time to go. If you have been before then “L” has said that “friends of friends” are welcome in the flat. You need only send me an email and I will make the connection and electronically at least, introduce you to “L”. 

23 November 2014

Gozo Ramblings

Xlendi Bay

Friday was another nice day here and we had decided to go for a nice walk along the coast. First we walked around the headland into Xlendi, where Alan took a few photos and then we reversed our course and walked along the cliff towards the famous scenic Ta’ Cenc Cliffs.

Most of the land atop the cliffs is semi-agricultural. That is to say, there are small plots some of which are cultivated, but the majority is given over to catching and shooting small song birds! Shooting stands in the form of small stone huts have been created and as luck would have it many of them were occupied. The men had placed around their small plots, tiny (approx. 20cm square) cages with song birds in them. Mainly they seemed to be finches, but we noticed sparrows and starlings as well. These captive birds were singing their hearts out it seemed to attract their fellows to come and see what was up. On the ground were placed nets, presumably to catch the birds. At one place Alan was admonished from taking photographs by a very large angry man. Clearly they were engaged in something illegal, yet further along the cliffs we came across two policemen who had not stopped the goings on. Sad.

The view back towards Xlendi


You can just make out the cages of the song birds and the nets on the ground to catch the birds


























































Can you see the Bear in the rock pointing out Malta?





























The view of the Citadel on our walk back

































Our block of flats, the balcony with the white square on it is ours.

Having walked to the top of the Ta’ Cenc cliffs, from where we could see Comino and Malta we walked into the village of Sannat for lunch. After lunch we walked back to Xlendi along the main roads, Alan never liking to go back the way he has come!! Back in our flat we had tea and a siesta before it was time to shower and change to go out again, though we were not invited.


A had obtained tickets for Alan to join her in going to a Musical and Literary Evening to celebrate the Feast of St Cecilia, the patron saint of music. This was held in a medieval chapel also dedicated to St Cecilia. The instruments that played the various pieces in a duet with a piano, were a trumpet, a flute, a Baritone horn and a violin. A soprano and a young treble provided the voices for the operatic parts. Poems in Maltese were read out too. Alan was pleasantly surprised with the wealth of talent Gozo had, for it was a very professional evening’s classical entertainment, with music from Bach to Purcell and Bernstein. A and Alan went out for a meal thereafter. A wonderful end to a really good day he said.


Saturday A had a lace making class to go to, so the humans had agree to meet in Rabat/Victoria for lunch. Alan took the morning easy and so after a late start we all walked from Xlendi to Rabat, Alan taking pictures along the way. A took us to Xerri IL Bukket where we had a lovely view over Comino to Malta. We sat on a terrace and looked at the boats with all the grockles in the Blue Lagoon.


The view from our restaurant 


Another great view of Camino and Malta


After lunch A took us for a drive around and showed us a few more of Gozo’s highlights. We even sat in a traffic jam for a bit and this caused the humans to decide to call it a day for the sight seeing. A took us back to our flat where we sat on the balcony to watch the setting sun. Suddenly Alan’s tummy did a rumble and he rushed off to the loo, getting there just in time he said. He sat there so long he missed the sunset. It must have been the tuna salad lunch! He took something for it and went to bed for a nap in the hope it would get better. 15 minutes later he was back on the loo!!

He rang A from his bed about 18:10hrs to say there was no way he could take her out to dinner this evening and they would talk again in the morning. Alan stayed in bed reading and was fast asleep by 21:00hrs.

This morning Sunday, after a good night’s sleep we were up early. Alan made himself a boiled egg and a piece of toast for breakfast. He did some washing which he hung up on the balcony to dry and then worked on his photos.


A came round for morning coffee and brought Alan a much needed loo roll. He had decided to stay near the flat for the day, but hoped he would be well enough to take A to dinner this evening. A left to go and play scrabble with some friends, a regular Sunday afternoon occurrence apparently. We wished her luck.