20.11.17

Malta – A postcard from Malta and Gozo


Valetta on a Monday
Day One - Getting there and getting settled
How do you make a Maltese Cross?
Well, a sure-fire way is to bang on the front of a bus with a rolled umbrella as it drives away from the Bus Stop. The Driver, probably thinking he has hit something or somebody, will fly into a rage. TW discovered this technique as we attempted to leave Rabat for Valetta. Mind you, Maltese Bus Drivers are far from placid individuals. Their careers involve negotiating narrow streets with parked cars and also contending with some very crazy drivers. They are sometimes looking for a ruck though. We saw one bus driver in Sliema who was irate because a Mini was parked badly. He stopped behind it and repeatedly tooted his horn whilst holding up a whole load of traffic. This was a bit odd because there was plenty of room for him to drive past. We considered going up to him and telling him ‘you could drive a bus through there mate’ but thought better of it.
Our first journey in Malta was not on a bus but in a Taxi from the Airport. We were arriving quite late so decided to splurge 20 Euros. The journey started well, a nice Lady Driver was waiting at Arrivals with my name on a sign and we were soon speeding towards our Apartment in town. The traffic was horrendous but the journey went swimmingly until we reached the narrow streets of Sliema. Our Driver could not find our street. She thought she knew where it was but failed. She then resorted to a phone app. Not a good idea, with one eye on the App sat nav and the other on the roads we sped around the narrow streets. Meanwhile her next ride was calling on another phone. Lewis Hamilton could not have done better on this nocturnal street circuit. We kept going round and round at high speed. There was one particularly large pothole that we hit four times! In the end we just asked to get out and walk but miraculously we were in the right place.
Our genial Host was waiting on the step. Our Apartment was on the 3rd floor of a traditional terraced building. Up we went in a small lift and into our home for the next 4 nights. Our host was very chatty but a bit over-sensitive about bad reviews. He had a nasty experience with another UK customer and was worried that we might write something bad on a booking site. We assured him that the place looked just like the ads and we would not dream of it. However he did point out that he had Family in the UK and he knew where we lived. Also, that Amazon did a nice line in fresh Horse Head deliveries direct to your bed. Ooerr!
Having missed lunch due to our flight we decided we had better get out and have a meal. We wandered up and down the Sliema and St Julians sea front surveying the Restaurants. In the end we settled on a Tratorria on the front. We had checked the prices earlier and they seemed OK. Unfortunately the building had two entrances, one to go downstairs to the ordinary food, and a second that took us into the best Fish Restaurant in the area, the Barracuda. Having sat down and started to order we realised we were in the wrong place and were surrounded by snooty people. We could either beat a retreat or sit tight and eat something small. We decided on small. I had Squid in ink and TW had a pasta dish. No beer or wine.
Lesson learned always check the price on the board outside but then make sure you go through the matching door.

Day 2 Valetta

Across to Valetta - the view from M&S
One of my simplest pleasures is get up early on the first morning to find the shop and the bread and breakfast. Our place was in the midst of the residential area, mostly lived in by ordinary people. It was a sunny morning and streets were busy with people going off to work and children off to school.
I walked a few streets and found no shops. I asked an elderly Lady who led me to the local store. It looked tiny from the outside (most buildings are on very narrow plots) but went back miles. It had everything I wanted but I struggled to find any of it. I had to keep asking the assistant. Do you have Eggs, ‘of course’ she would reply. Do you have Marmalade, ‘of course’ etc. Do you have porridge etc. It was a bit like going back in time, do you have Four Candles, yes of course Fork Handles! 

So we ate a hearty breakfast and headed for Valetta.




St. Johns Cathedral
It was a 15 minute walk to the Ferry and the short hop over to the Old City of Valetta. A great place to wander around. Our plans for the day were not too ambitious. First a walk around the City, a nice Beer sitting out in the sunshine, another walk and a nice lunch sitting out. This to be followed by a Tour of St John’s Cathedral. We did well and ticked all the boxes. The Cathedral is superb and well worth the 10Euros. Oh, and the beer and lunch were not bad either.



The beheading of John the Baptist
The most impressive painting in the Cathedral, to our inexpert eyes anyway, was the depiction of the Beheading of John the Baptist by Caravaggio.
We ate at home in the evening, I tried a Maltese Wine, a nice Red also called Caravaggio, which was rather good – hic!

Day 3 Medina
TW - thinking inside the box
Medina in sunny Malta
Medina Cafe with a view
The old City is in the centre of the island. It does not look very far but on the bus it took 1hr 15mins for our grumpy driver to negotiate the traffic. It was a very wet day so we shared the bus with damp passengers and steamed up windows. Medina is nice though with tremendous views to be had from the Citadel. We had a good lunch in a Café on the ramparts before our next grump took us back to Valetta and then Sliema.
There are a lot of familiar shops over here and we very adventurously bought our evening meal from M&S. Shepherds Pie!
Day 4 Sliema
Rooftop view, densely populated in Sliema 
After a relaxing morning in slightly better weather we wandered the front at Sliema and had a nice coffee and cake at M&S. That sounds incredibly boring but actually they have a 4th floor Café that overlooks the Harbour so it’s certainly worth a visit. For our Evening Meal we were back on the seafront at the aptly named Seafront Restaurant. It was good value as a nice swordfish steak with wine landed at about 18 Euros.
Day 5 Off To Gozo for 3 nights
Victoria (AKA Rabat) up on the Citadel
Another day, another bus or three. The drivers may have the hump but the buses are good. A seven day bus pass costs 21 Euros and covers both islands. The bus to the Ferry took about an hour and wound its way through St Pauls Bay and Meliha. The short Ferry, 20 minutes ride, cost under 5 Euros return. It’s quite a big 'push me - pull you' boat carrying cars so it seemed pretty stable. We then needed to take 2 more buses. One with a Gozo grumpy driver to Victoria (Rabat) about 15 mins and then another Gozo grumpy driver to Gharb about 8 mins..
Most Maltese and Gozo people speak good English. Their own language is closely related to Arabic so it is incomprehensible to us simple souls. They are very friendly and even those involved in the Tourist Trade are not too pushy. Imagine that, like anywhere, you can get ripped off if you are gullible.  
Our host met us and took us to our rather nice Apartment in the quiet little town of Gharb. The Gh is silent so we had to remember we were staying in Arb! The weather was not good at all so we took a bus back to Victoria for a wander. It’s a lovely old place dominated by a Citadel and Cathedral. The Cathedral was a bit tame after St. Johns but so are most others - anywhere. A big thunderstorm started as we wandered the ramparts so we scuttled off for a coffee. There are lots of winding streets to explore with small specialist shops around every turn. TW dragged me into another Church but this time there was a service going on so we had sit quietly while the Priest was singing.
Our Dinner was at the Il-Kunvent Restaurant. Its an old fashioned Family place. We had Hake wrapped in Parma Ham with Green Beans which was lovely.
Day 6 Gozo - Dwejra and Ramla
White Hart GOZO
The local attraction is the Azure Window at Dwejra, or at least it was. It was a sandstone arch that attracted lots of visitors before it fell on the 8th March this year. Dwejra is still a nice place to visit though. We walked there from Ghard. Lots of fossils in the sandstone. There is an inland sea with just a small cave/archway giving access to the Mediterranean. On calmer days you can go through the hole in a boat. Quite a nice place really with dramatic scenery. We had lunch at the Azure Window Restaurant. I had Octopus but the sauce was a bit too rich and repeated on me for the rest of the day. A good place to shelter from the rain. A very popular area for diving apparently.


Dwejra strolling

Eye of a needle to the open sea

Inland Sea
Victoria is the hub of the Island in the centre and is like the body of a spider with legs that extend to all the coastal towns. So to get to Ramla Bay we headed back to Victoria first and then another bus. Ramla was a good sandy beach. It was a bit cold and windy but we had a good walk and could have done with more time to explore. We did manage to walk in some clay which stuck like s*** to our boots.
Ramla Bay
We returned to the Konvent (Il- Kunvent)for our evening meal but this time we tried a Maltese Pizza which, to be honest, was a bit bland and potato filled. The desert was good though, Imqaret - dates in pastry - very yummy.
Day 7 Gozo – Xlendi
Xlendi
Xlendi
Wandering at Xlendi

Xlendi

Tourists
Paddling?
Xlendi pronounced Shlendee was our destination of choice. Our usual 2 bus jaunt on our first sunny day. A lovely walk on the cliffs and our best Lunch enjoyed at ic-Cima. We sat up on the rooftop terrace and had some very nice Fish. A lot of flats have been built here but the view out to sea cannot be spoiled. Rather than 'double bussing' home we walked back to Gharb which took about 1hr 30 mins and was exceedingly pleasant. TW cooked up very tasty omelettes for tea at our Apartment.

The long and winding road back to Gharb

Ta Pinu view near Gharb
 Day 8 Heading Home 

Last Breakfast
We were quite sad as we packed up in Gozo. It is quite charming.
Back to the ferry on two buses then another bus to a cafe by the sea in Malta where we had a spot of lunch.
Seaside Cafe for Lunch

Then the final bus ride on X1 to the Airport and our Ryanair flight to Bournemouth. People moan about Ryanair but if you stick to their rules they enable you to boldly go to places you could not otherwise afford.
The airfares from Bournemouth to Malta were £70 each. The flights were great.
Car Park at Bournemouth Airport £30
Taxi to Sliema 20 Euros
Bus Pass for 7 days -21 Euros.
Ferry to Gozo under 5 Euros
Accommodation in Sliema about 80 Euros per night.
Accommodation in Gharb about 33 Euros per night.
Meal Budget - Dinner for about 50 Euros for 2 would be a good average.
Beer from 2 Euros for a Pint.

Cat in the Cabbages - TW gets artistic, 

Tank and Fly - a Pigeon Strike Force

Sliema

The sunsets on M&S

3.5.17

Austria - knees on the mend

Knees must....
Taking a break

Saturday January 14th 2017 is one of those days to remember. The longest run, H1, had just opened after it was readied following heavy snow. We headed down. The visibility was not too good so I kept the speed low. We passed the piste basher and gained a bit of speed for the roller coaster section that goes a bit up-hill. Unfortunately there was a step in the piste and I hit it and flew 30 feet. Both ski's came off but not before both knees were given a significant rotating tweak! I got to my feet after a while and, with some discomfort, headed to the cable car. I thought a nice coffee at the Haitzingalm would put me right. So I had to negotiate a very snowy and tricky oopla-weg. The coffee did not fix me so I headed down on ski's with GDC to the Berglift restaurant. A couple of beers did not fix me either. TW came over and helped me home for quite a painful weekend. By Monday morning both knees were very swollen and a trip to the Doc was needed. The right knee was diagnosed with a damaged ligament and the left a ruptured ligament. Quite a bit of blood on the knee as well.
No more skiing for you this season was the Doctor's verdict and no cycling until April. He was right on both counts. With another week to go before flying home it gave me the opportunity to get daily treatment from the Nurse but also to put the fear of falling into the minds of all the other skiers. As I hobbled around on crutches with a full leg brace on my left and knee brace on my right I could see the other skiers averting their eyes.  Anyway, it was good to be a leisurely tourist for once. Being temporarily disabled was a bit of an eye-opener. Getting out of bed was really tricky and lifting off the toilet even more so. One of the worst things was having to self inject anti-coagulant into my stomach for the first two weeks.  The Austrian medics were quite concerned about blood clots, particularly as I was flying home. TW agreed to assist but had to withdraw support after the needle bent on the first attempt. An attack of the vapours and the need to lie down meant that I was on my own!
I was on my own again on the flight with three seats to myself after a limo ride to the Airport. The limo driver's normal occupation was as a guide for the Sound of Music tour. Did you know that the first Mrs Von Trapp was British? Anyway, she was and we got the full story.
The Gastein Alm stagger in January
I am glad to report that TW recovered fully and has nursed me back to health. Poole Hospital physios have been excellent and the knees are improving all the time. Back to skiing next December and hopefully some tennis in the Summer?
Lunch at the top in January

TW at Sportgastein in April

Lunch at the Valerie Haus in April

Spot the phoney! Sportgastein in April
Back on the bike in April
TW on ride back from Dorfgastein


So only 24 days of skiing in 2016/17,

25.1.17

Austria - Lassie go home - a snow shoe shaggy dog story

Snow-shoeing in Bad Hofgastein
Looking out at the Baerstein

After a morning of skiing we opted for the gentle option of snow-shoeing down from the Middle station. The funicular railway rattled its way up from valley through the snow to our starting point. Snow shoes were strapped on and we headed South. With two feet of snow, the conditions were perfect for a big-footed stroll. Of course, we needed to take on some fuel first and where better than the Baerstein Alm, a short walk South from the Middle Station. It's the cosiest place on the mountain and there is no better view on a cold and snowy day than the one from a Baerstein window. The food is great as well! I had the Schweinebraten, a Pork dish and TW had Kaspressknodel, a cheese dumpling. Both good traditional Austrian dishes. This post-Christmas and New Year week is very quiet and there were very few people in the Alm. We chatted with a chap from the Bergrettung (mountain rescue) who was out on his Alpine ski's and popped in for a warm up. A couple of walkers joined us having walked from Das Goldberg, a posh Hotel that overlooks the town. With them was beautiful Border Collie. TW asked the couple for the name of dog, as she always does, and they replied that it was not theirs but had joined them on their walk! They had called the dog Lassie. Not very original but nice and easy. TW introduced herself  to the collie and it then parked under our seats. Johanna brought the dog a bowl of water and we joked that she had gained a new dog as a friend to her beagle.
TW gets a lead from Lassie
Lassie looks down to home

 Of course, when we made our way out, it was the English that were the newly adopted sheep to be guided down the mountain. Our self-appointed canine guide headed South and Lassies come hither look meant we had to follow. The first part of the route was on a little used ski run so it was easy going for Lassie.  When TW dawdled, our sheep dog dropped back and made sure she kept up! When we hit the deep snow, Lassie did not mind. If a waggy tale is a sign of a contented dog then Lassie was deliriously happy. Sometimes all we could see was the top of her wagging tail making its way down like a furry snowball. As we approached the village we started to get concerned, how would we send Lassie back to her home? We asked a guy clearing his drive. He said we should throw something at her and run. Nooh! We could not leave her by the main road. The Schloss or Castle loomed up. The Schloss was open for coffee so we went inside followed by Lassie. We talked to the waiter and he suggested a plan. He would keep Lassie in the cafe for ten minutes as we beat a swift retreat.So when Lassie was looking away we legged it for the door.
Once through the glass doors we looked back. Lassie was pawing at the doors with a look that could have melted the mountain. We headed home. That night, TW heard heard a dog wailing by the River.





Was it Lassie?

4.1.17

Austria - Sportgastein - Opening the season in November


Season 2016 - 2017 - A Sportgastein opener in November

It felt a little uncomfortable cycling over to the Bus Station in my ski boots with my ski's and poles held in one hand like a medieval jousting knight. It did not feel at all like the ski season as I pedalled between the fields of green. Fortunately, no unsuspecting dog walkers were speared with my Kastles and I made the station in time for the 08:45. Reassuringly, there was another person at the stop with ski gear. The season really does begin today! We shared the large bus as it headed South on the 45min ride to Sportgastein. We drove in tandem with the regular 550 bus to Bad Gastein. I was pleased to see the very cheerful blind chap who invariably gets on the morning bus near the Bertahof. He is very popular with the Bus Drivers and always gets the seat at the front. He goes to Bad Gastein to play cards and perhaps drink a little beer with his mates. Austrians with impaired sight wear a yellow armband with three black dots, a great idea methinks. There were just a few joiners  as we made our way up the valley through Bad Gastein and Bockstein. Our resident Welshman climbed aboard just after Bad Gastein. Aye up, He is a keen skier but has some very funny ideas about food. His latest fad is to carry with him two hard boiled eggs. If he kept them hidden it would not be a problem but he likes to reveal them and eat them in the enclosed comfort of a gondola. Pwarr!
The Gondola was running as we reached the valley station. We rushed to avoid a bus load of ski reps under training and I bashed my head on the low doorway to the Gondola. Normally my helmet would have saved me but my bare head took a hefty knock.
Also skiing was our friendly Postie! He is little eccentric and chuckles to himself as he ski's. He is quite chatty in the Gondola as well and laughs a lot. He claims to be a simple man and loves Gastein, I doubt if he has ever left the valley. He also rides a bike in Summer and claims to have ridden to the top of the Gamskarkogel at over 2400m. Quite a feat by any standards as it just a rough path for the last 1000m of climbing.
The Golden Girls of Bad Hofgastein were also on the mountain. This group of ladies are avid skiers and regulars on the Schlossalm. Some work, some are retired but they all form a high speed snake wherever they ski.

Only the long Blue was open so we had a good warm up on perfect snow with excellent visibility. We had a superb day, so good in fact that we repeated it the following day. By then the Valerie Haus was open. The owner had been in Latvia and, seeing the great conditions, had rushed back to open up. The menu was limited but they rustled up a lovely Chicken Salad. It was washed down with Weiss Beer and a complimentary schnapps. Great to be back!



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