airport encounter

All this time, my good Cairo friends Dave and Michele (and cute 1-year-old Zeke) were in Malta too. I had no idea, until they called out my name in the Malta airport food court. Then again, they were staying in a remote fishing village on the southern coast and I’ve never even been down to that part of the island.

And now I’m also pretty sunburned. With 3.5 hours to kill before the airport, I was planning to take a bus over to Valletta and stroll around the charming capital city. Instead, one of those open-topped tourist buses came first, the kind that circles the island endlessly, allowing people to get on and off at will. I asked how long the whole circuit takes, and they said 3 hours. Perfect for me. It was a choice between stuffy air and hot temperature on the lower deck of the bus, or heavy exposure to the sun on top. I chose the latter, and am now pretty dehydrated as well as a bit burned. But it was worth it, and I’d do it again.

The bus made a really nice circuit of the island. I’d been to most of the places before, but we also passed through two towns I had never tried, and one in particular was a fantastic seaside resort. I’ll keep going back to Malta whenever I have the chance.