well, i’ve finally got my head together enough to write my after holiday post.
i had, as you could have guessed a fantastic time. having never been a sun worshiper (as my pallid complexion will testify) for some reason this trip really brought out my inner beach bunny. most of my recent holidays have been to places like paris in october in the drizzle so i was surprised to find how much i enjoyed the hot weather. i’ve actually found it quite hard, and a bit depressing, to reaclimatise myself to edinburgh and the start of winter – something that has never happened to me before. all my bones are cracking and i’m yearning for my bikini…
the journey back into scotland was somewhat eased by pretending to be a very important person in the pursuit of a room with no wailing babies and free wi-fi, do you think they could smell commoner on me?
but what about the holiday, i hear you say: malta is the perfect halfway between a great sun & sand location and a really historically interesting place to visit too. it has a beautiful ramshackle faded beauty that i absolutely adored with some of the most incredible old buildings just propped up all over the place. due to it’s history of british rule there are also a lot of noticible british influences like red post boxes, uk plug sockets and old-skool phone boxes dotted about which i found a bit weird in the middle of the distinctly mediterranian vibe. there are a lot of brits in malta but *so far* it hasn’t sunk into an ex-pat hellhole.
whilst we were there (in between sunbathing, swimming and generally lounging about) we visited gozo (which is very beautiful and would be worth a return trip of it’s own), valetta, the archeology museum, the mosta dome, the grand masters palace and – of course – the popeye village.
the popeye village is notable for two unexpected reasons: firstly it had the most incredible little bay which would have been worth the entry fee alone. secondly it has a christmas ‘village’
what does this have to do with popeye? no idea, but it does have the devils reindeers, creepy elves in ‘massage’ machines, sinister gophers and a bloody great ornamental snowman. (photographic evidence at the end of the post)
a bit peculiar in the blinding sunlight to say the very least. quite possibly the highlight of my holiday.
everybody: “i wish it could be chriiiiistmaas everydaaaaaay……”
*pretty pictures below*
creepy ronald macdonald in schippol airport: