Charales Dickens described it best, "it was the best of times, it was the worst of times" This quote is the best way to describe my time in Malta. Malta was beautiful, it reminded me of a combination of Italy and Israel. It had the most crystal clear blue water I have ever seen and it was warm enough the I got to spend a couple of days just laying on the beach! However there were some pretty crapy parts too.
If you don't know where Malta is, don't feel bad I didn't either, it is in the Mediterranean just north of Africa and west of Italy and Sicily.
The best way to describe this trip is to simply write out a sequence of events, so here we go....
Wednesday 10am: My traveling partner Hana comes to my room wondering if she should still go because she is so sick and didn't sleep at all the night before. Don't worry she did come she just spent the first whole day in bed.
Wednesday 10:15am: Leave Nido for Kings cross to catch a bus to London Stanstead at 11am.
Wednesday 10:55am: Run out of the station in search of the bus (that we had already bought tickets for).
Wednesday 11:00am: We can't find the bus.
Wednesday 11:05am: A taxi driver tells us we are at Goodge Station on Baker road, but what we needed was Baker Station, which is all the way across town. We defiantly missed the bus.
Wednesday 11:30am: Arrive at Liverpool station in order to pay a ridiculous amount to take the Stanstead Express tain to the airport instead.
Wednesday 12:30pm: We finally get to the airport!
Wednesday 1:30pm: We make it on our flight and are off to Malta.
Wednesday 4:30pm: We land in Malta and get through customs.
Wednesday 5:00pm: We take a shuttle to the Westen Hotel, we weren't staying there but we knew it was right across the street from our Hostel.
Wednesday 5-6pm: Walk around trying to find out Hostel, the problem being there are no signs in Malta.
Wednesday 6:00pm: We find the Hostel only to be told there is no reception area and we have to go find another hotel to get out key! I set out to find the key because at this point Hana is about ready to pass out.
Wednesday 6:30pm: I finally find the right hotel and get our key.
Wednesday 6:45pm: Hana falls into bed while I get some dinner.
Wednesday 8:00pm: We both fall asleep early from sheer exhaustion.
Thursday 9:30am: I go to the store to find some breakfast I can bring back to the room.
Thursday 11:00am: I decide to go explore a little and find the beach!
Thursday 12:00am: After lunch I go through my stuff in order to get my passport to hide.
Thursday 12:15pm: PANIC ATTACK... my passport is not in my backpack.
Thursday 12-1pm: Search the entire room multiple times, everything else is still there, but no passport.
Thursday 1:00pm: Call the airport to see if someone picked it up there.
Thursday 1:15pm: Call the shuttle company to see if it fell out on the way to the Hostel.
Thursday 1: 30pm: Search some more.
Thursday 3:00pm: Call Dad in a panic to tell him my passport in no where to be found.
Thursday 3:30am: Call the US Embassy in Malta to see what I need to do.
Thursday 4-5pm: Find a way to get to the US Embassy the next day.
Thursday 6pm: Hana's feeling better so we go out for dinner, to get our minds off of my passport.
Friday 7:00am: Wake up in order to catch a taxi to the US Embassy.
Friday 8:00am: Find out the security is ridiculous at the US Embassy but I get in and am assorted to the right place and start explaining the situation.
Friday 9:00am: The lady at the front dest tells me I need a police report and passport photo.
Friday 9:05am: Panic again because I really don't want to have to leave and come back.
Friday 9:10am: A nicer lady comes and tels me I don't need the police report and they can have someone come take the photo there.
Friday 9-11am: Wait around while they put together my temporary passport.
Friday 11:30am: Catch a taxi back to the Hostel to find Hanna feeling much better.
This is getting to long, so basically the rest of Friday we spent at the beach trying not to get burned, but of course we did any way.
Saturday we went to Valletta, the capitol of Malta, and walked, ate, and shopped all day!
Sunday we again spent on the beach and by this time I was feeling better about Malta after such a horrible start.
Monday we flew back to London and they let me back into the country with only a few extra questions as to why I had a different passport.
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One of my favorite pics! |
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The US Embassy in Malta |
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Valletta |
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Hanna in Bed sick the first day. |
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Where we ate lunch in Valletta |
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We ate a lot of gelato! |
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It was freezing but I did get in. |
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Down town St. Jullian where we stayed. |
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Writing in the sand before it got washed away. |