Exploring Malta – Scraping the Bottom of the Barrel!

Last year we visited Malta, and I have posted several times about our trip in 2018.

We had a few photographs left that were either not good enough to write about, had my fingers on the edges of them (damn phone cameras!), or maybe were just not interesting enough.

I see enough posts knocking about that contain just one or two photographs so decided to lump these all together with what remains of my memories of Malta.

At some point in the holiday with visited the Blue Grotto on the south of the island. The weather had been great but this day a storm seemed to be approaching from the west.

The ‘trip’ takes around 25 minutes in which we were sat in a cranky looking motorboat and hoisted around the coast's edge.

@bingbabe is a poor sailor and struggled with the urge to barf in very choppy waters while we were getting to the main event which was fortunately, not far away.

Ours was one of the last trips as they closed it due to the threat from the west. Even with a storm coming, the waters appeared very blue and I got some nice shots in the sea caves.

That’s about all I got though, 50 photographs that looked all the same and the reason why I have not posted this story before now.

Mellieha Bay (Ghadira Bay) I believe is not one of the top tourist places, but we did stay there. Walking across the bay in the daytime heat was challenging..., and so we just didn't.

A car was needed not because we are lazy bastards, it was just too hot. The church (how many churches are there in Malta!) was on the other side of the bay up a huge hill (another reason not to walk), and @bingbabe being a Catholic had to go in and have a look.

I have to say, the architecture is impressive and there’s lots of it in Malta.

@bingbabe did go in this large building and got terrible looks from the locals as she was ‘bare-armed’. It fell short of her being unceremoniously turfed out, but I did get a laugh about that.

This graveyard caught my attention with the amount of detail, attention and likely cost set aside for loved ones after death.

I can’t say I have ever seen this in the UK where you are simply burnt in a coffin and your ashes spilled over the grounds.

It shows to me the stark differences in culture of the Maltese people compared to the English.

Some of the remembrance plaques were relatively recent, and there were no signs of vandalism. I wouldn’t like to guess how long this would remain intact if in a public place here.

These photographs have been hanging around in my pending stories folder for a good 9 months.

It feels good to have finally found some use for them, dodgy fingers and all.