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Malta - Day FiveTo Gozo |
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Paceville is about midway up the western part of the island of Malta and the location where the ferry leaves for Gozo -- Cirkewwa -- is at the very northern tip of the island. But, since Malta is such a relatively small island, we figured it would not be too long of a drive to get to the ferry stop. Boy, were we wrong. It was a long, long drive. Perhaps not in terms of time, but it was very dull and very slow and involved a lot of switchbacks going up and down steep slopes, with sharp turns above steep cliffs where the only nod toward highway safety is a stone curb about six inches high. Really, the only thing that could be worse would be areas of road with no switchbacks -- just a hill that seemed to go straight up and down at some points. I know because portions of the drive were exactly that. And we were taking these hills in a bus, of all things. We hit some rain along the way, which was rather disappointing for the sake of my drying jeans. I was hoping it would not come down too hard, but it seemed like we got out of it pretty quickly. So I wasn't overly worried about the state my laundry would be in upon our return. The FerryThe ferry wasn't too much trouble. After arriving at the harbor, we bought our tickets and boarded ship for what should have been a relaxing island-to-island trip. I was, honestly, a bit on edge, because this was an even bigger departure for a honeymoon that was a gigantic departure to start with. I knew even less about Gozo than I did about Malta and I was, in many respects, still in charge of this operation. But I did want Chris to be able to see some growies during the honeymoon, since she does like her green stuff. And Gozo is, from what I could tell, the greenest of the islands in the nation of Malta. So I got into more of a tizzy that I probably should have when I noticed a lot of spray getting onto the lens of my camera on the ride over. The stress of being completely in the dark as to what we were getting into was compounding the stress of wondering just how well I would be able to clean salt water off of my camera lens before it dried into salt crystals that I fully knew would scratch the crap out of said lens. Overall, sitting inside and relaxing was better for me at the time. The ViewWhich is not to say that the ferry ride was not pleasant. The skies were dull and overcast, but the Mediterranean was as bright a blue as I have seen and the sight of the island of Comino, population 5, was intriguing. As were the various towers and oddments that jutted out of the rocky shores of Malta and Gozo. So, as the sun shone out upon the island of Gozo, we were ready to hit the ground and go. |