While the day was not filled with tourist sites, the driving, as usual, was somewhat stressful.
Driving through the Maltese city, north of Valletta, a big black Range Rover, with a big fat Maltese person, decided a one lane street was a two lane street and felt the need to pull up beside me, open his wife’s window and tell me to stay in my own lane! Hello one lane…. first experience, and no reaction from the Kiwi driver.
Off the ferry on the other side in Gozo..and heading towards Xlendi Bay for a much needed coffee, the polite Kiwis stopped to allow a truck to pass, halting the journey of a Black Ford Ranger Truck behind us, who then proceeded to tailgate our car for about a mile….so I indicated and pulled over to wave him pass. He was very proud of his left hand drive truck (small you know what) and stopped right beside my window, again I politely said he can pass, and mocking a rental car driver he didn’t move on and very sarcastically said “I can pass”… yes I said…. Again sarcastically he said “I can pass”…. patience of this kiwi running out..”yes please you were right up my bum!” Finally he roared off. Nasty men in black trucks on the roads today.
Finally at a coffee spot, Kat and George looking nice and relaxed! Note no picture of the driver!
At Xlendi Bay! Next stop, only tourist stop on the agenda…
Ta Pina national Shrine…where one can pray for miracles… today it was a safe trip home! Happy to say we are now home safe!
Hotter and hotter, beach stop, Ramla Bay.
A five euro brolly much needed for the Carter side of the family. The water was lovely the beach was sandy, and we were in for a very enjoyable afternoon.
Until, some Geordie Shore replicas, botoxed, tattooed, implanted and loud English twenty somethings plonked themselves next to us. It was all boobs, bums, eyelashes and very loud unintelligent conversations.. At least they appeared to be enjoying themselves, sporting their latest plastic surgery scars and all!
Quite a breeze came up and the Kiwi-Norwegian Crew packed up and headed for the homeward ferry.
Happy to say, a relatively uneventful drive home to a cool beer, in a breeze on the deck, while we await our Chinese home delivery dinner!
All who wander are not Lost girls 