This September I went to Malta with my sister for her birthday. It was a week long stay in a lovely hotel on a hot island and we were lucky to have blue skies and sunshine every day. The location of the hotel was faultless, on a huge bay, with our room overlooking the sea and the most spectacular breakfast I’ve ever had. The spread was enough to feed a small army, with fried breakfast in one corner, continental in the other, luncheon meats and cheese in between and pancakes and cakes next to that. Sufficed to say we were rarely hungry until dinner. Every evening we explored the immediate area around the bay, of which proved fruitful with an array of local restaurants and bars. We visited one Maltese restaurant twice and for a small price we enjoyed some of the best seafood dishes I’ve ever had. We enjoyed some of the local wines and main course delicacies such as Maltese rabbit and grilled octopus (whole!) and they were incredible.
We did go to Malta with the intentions of exploring the island at some points, especially the WWII history which essentially made the island famous with the British holiday makers. However due to the excessive heat and the simple pleasures of lying by the pool, we decided a single boat trip would be enough to curb our exploratory desires. We left it until one of the last days of our trip and went essentially around the entire island and the two smaller ones nearby, Gozo and Comono. They were very beautiful islands with intriguing cave formations, and with the crystal clear sea rolling under our feet as we hung over the side we felt like we were discovering new lands. In the afternoon we stopped off at the famous Blue Lagoon just off of Cominotto and stayed there for a few hours. We immediately grabbed our snorkel gear and headed off to the cove on the opposite side of the lagoon. It was a breezy day so the sea was a little rougher than I’m used to and as we attempted to fit the goggles on whilst already way out to sea, we were gradually pushed towards the rocky edge of the island. Deciding diagonally was a more appropriate direction of swim we fought our way across the lagoon to the cove. At first I was happy to be out of the water and see the isolated cove with its sheer rock faces and endless caves, but shortly after emerging from the water I felt a searing pain in my butt cheek of all places, the burning continued and as we watched within minutes how it blistered we ultimately came the conclusion that a jelly fish had got the better of me. After snagging some neat alcohol from the barman on the boat the pain went away, but the swelling and scarring lasted for some time indeed!
It was a lovely holiday, and was so nice to be able to relax and appreciate a place I’d never been to before. Although the individual culture of the island wasn’t hugely prevalent and at times it was even confusing to establish whether there was even a cultural presence at all. The people were friendly and the area was surprisingly peaceful with minimal westernised developments, making the area more relaxing than most generic holiday destinations. I really recommend this place for a real chilled out holiday destination.