Visiting Malta

From the air there were no city skyscapers or any evidence of a business centre. It looked like war torn Lebanon or Israel. The landscaped was littered with yellow sand coloured relics from a forgotten perhaps wealthy past.

The airport was small and bustling with tourists. I had deliberately flown ahead of my sister and nephew in order to pick up the key for our hired accommodation and to scout out the area. 

First things first, buying a weekly bus pass to navigate around the city and a phone charger.

The bus route to the hired property was straight forward with the bus dropping me off just at the top of the road leading to the property.

It was still a bit of a trek with a suitcase and locals watching me curiously. A car pulled up beside me, the driver was a young man with his young son and pet dog. I was offered a lift rather insistently and I couldn’t refuse. I was dropped in front of the hired property door and wished an enjoyable trip. 

The key was in a locked box which had a code – very convenient. I walked into the property to find the maid hard at work cleaning.  I crashed out on the sofa while she finished up. It was exactly as shown in the photos and well equipped.

It takes a bit of getting used to but after a few days you fall in love with Malta and its slow laid back rhythm.