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We arrived in Malta to rain - again - and yet another reminder that the Maltese drainage system is hopelessly inadequate when faced with the type of weather that we bring with us when we travel. Our Airbnb host met us at the airport and escorted us to our flat, which was decorated in the most hilariously tacky 'romantic' decor. Everyone loves a heart shaped light on the ceiling, don't they?
We had a very brief walk around Msida and found a cafe to get a milkshake. And oh what a milkshake it was! Malta continued to excel in the dairy department, and I had a tiramisu milkshake. Ohhhhh yeah. Simon had a peanut butter milkshake, which was equally lifechanging. After a quick game of cards, we set off for dinner. There was an excellent restaurant just ten minutes from the flat if we wanted a really good Italian meal. We felt that it probably wouldn't compare with the food we'd been eating for the past week so opted for reasonable Turkish kebabs a mere five minutes from the flat. Simon was thrilled with that choice because they had blue Powerade, but I was thrilled that I didn't have to make polite smalltalk with a waiter at a real restaurant. My brain was slowly switching back into English mode and it was hurting a little bit.
The next morning we checked out, and our host had kindly printed our boarding passes for us. Except that the barcode was completely missing. Hmm. Oh well. We set off for the bus stop, only to find that Google was proposing that we walked along the highway. Not ideal. So we found an alternative route, and arrived at the bus stop, where the timetable said the airport bus was three minutes away but the display screen said there was no airport bus. We waited three minutes, and I was just getting ready to ask the closest English-speaking-people-with-suitcases, when the bus arrived. Huzzah. The bus smelt faintly of stale urine. Not huzzah. We made it to the airport on time. Huzzah. The Ryanair lady reprinted our boarding passes (WITH barcode) at no charge to us. Massive huzzah.
We boarded our flight, and discovered to our absolute joy and delight, that the two of us had an empty seat next to us. So Simon took the window seat, I took the aisle seat, and everyone was happy. The man across the aisle was doing a little light reading - "Essentials of Plastic Surgery". Nothing like a bit of rhinoplasty to while away the trip.
Andy met us at the airport and it felt like being home again - and the Buccheri Suite had even been wallpapered in our absence! Too spoilt.

Posted by Buccas 02:48 Archived in Malta

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