I was told that even though officially the ferry wouldn?t leave until 1am, I had to be at the harbour for 10pm as the gates would close shortly after. I didn?t trust the ticket agent and didn?t arrive until closer to 10:30. It was still far too early, with the ferry not arriving until well past midnight, and by the time all the freight had come off it was past 1. I made my way on-board, letting the crowd of Algerians run on first and get all the best places, and it wasn?t
Lunchtime ferry from Malta to Sicily, arrival in dark
Supermarkets, 10c for 1.5 litres of water, less than a euro for a box of wine and a quite frankly ridiculous number of packets of fresh pasta which of course I had to try.
Super narrow grid of alternating one-way streets.
Rode out-of-town and found a church. The lights were on but when I knocked on the door there was no answer. I cooked up pasta and slept behind the church, without using my tent.
After being at home for a couple of months, earning some more money, it was back to the road. This time flying out on New Years Day with my parents to Malta ? the first international holiday together (excluding their visits to Mexico and the US) for more than a decade. I chose Malta as it?s a natural start or end point, the only ferry in and out is to Sicily so flying there from the UK avoided having to take the same ferry twice. It also had some quite fantastically warm weather, considering