Malta, Malta, Malta, where do I begin?
toddy loving the flags first cisk of the day sam figuring what way we are facing. or something. cheeseburger. nice 80's grease hair. huppah sweet first day I begin at 3.30am on Friday. Yep. 3.30am. Why oh why would we pick such a crappy flight time as the 6.40? Who the hell knows. After being picked up at 3.30 to get to the airport on time, I think we all went to sleep on the flight there. 'We all' being me Sam and Toddy. Bam, 29 degrees. Which doesn't sound all that amazing, seeing as London was having a massive heat wave at the time too, but yusssss! And not sweltering humidity either. Into the rental car (best decision ever) and time to have a look around this rock! Oh me oh my is it PREEEETTY. On the perilous drive from the airport, where there's diversions and no road markings and cars gong where they please, I'm looking out the window with the face like I had entering >Marsell...