Still wishing I was in Malta, wandering in the heat, wondering at the proliferation of red post boxes left behind after British rule, and, amazingly, not getting bitten.Two days in the country at home in Ireland left me with massive red lumps from angry little midges, but a whole week on an island between Europe and Africa left me with none. Strange.
Very lovely place, Malta. Great mix of culture, beautiful blue sea, amazing architecture, bars and clubs. Lots of different kinds of tourists too - from Italy (so close), the UK, and tons from Scandanavia as well. Busloads of blonde looky-likey teens from Sweden/Norway.
Just watch out for dodgy blokes with Northern accents (nothing against people from the North of England!) trying to flog you a free bottle of wine or holiday in exchange for an hour-long presentation back at his hotel with "Barbara" who is not a good walking advertisement for the joys of life abroad. I don't think I've ever seen a more depressed and unenthusiastic creature. Avoid!
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