I really don’t know what possessed us to take our hosts’ advice and get on the ‘Hop on Hop off’ bus. For starters it was blowing a gale, on the verge of raining and seriously cold. Not to mention the fact that we really don’t do ‘tourist’. We dutifully sat upstairs on the bus with uncomfortable earphones jammed in against the wind and travelled down the coast in the Maltese pre-Easter traffic. I started playing with the settings on my camera, trying out every focusing, exposure and function mode I could find just to beat the boredom! Needless to say, I wouldn’t recommend it! Jump on a public bus, it’s one price for the day, you can travel in both directions and it’s warm!
From the bus we did manage to take a tour in the San Anton Gardens which were just starting to bloom. We also visited the famous Mosta church, which was bombed during WWII during mass. The bomb smashed through the dome, slid along the floor and then sat there unexploded while the congregation looked on. At this point we gave up on the bus and armed with only J’s sense of direction decided to walk back to Naxxar!!
Our trip to Valetta was more successful as we decided to go for the more direct public bus. We wandered around, sort of following the grid but mainly looking for cafés to stop in every now and then, with J patiently stopping and waiting for me to take pictures. I even dragged him into a strange car park to get an amazing view of the cathedral and old city (it was worth it!).
No holiday is complete without a boat trip. The morning of Good Friday was bright and sunny, even promising some warmth in the air. When we reached the boat it was practically empty and we congratulated ourselves in being brave enough to book and then get lucky with the weather… then it started to fill up. Fighting constantly for personal space, I marked out my spot and stuck my camera to my eye in the hope we could maintain an uninterrupted view. I had some success and the Dingli cliffs were an incredible reward. The blue lagoon on Camino was true to its name but the caves were less exciting, I had possibly built them up too much in my mind. However, the sea was so clear and turquoise we both want to come back and dive some time. Can you spot J bagging our spot on the boat for the way back?! Such a good husband – I was taking pictures of flowers!!!