Last weekend there was a celebration in Gozo - I havent worked out what it was for, I think any excuse for a party. Most weekends there are celebrations around Malta all including street parades with religious statues and lots of fireworks. Anyway a good excuse to go to Gozo.
We caught the 6.30pm ferry across - the only way other than private boat, seaplane or helicopter (probably could swim if you really wanted to). It takes about 30 minutes to load the cars and passengers onboard for a 20 minute ride. Because of the festival, ferries were running all night.
On arrival at Mgarr Harbour on the south east of the island, we headed out to look at a 5 star hotel and checked out the rates just in case- only 145 euro pn
Gozo is the main agricultural producer for malta so a large part of the island is covered with farms. Next stop was a fruit and vegetable market as the produce is fresher.


By this time it was about 8pm so we headed off for some dinner, a beautiful little bay on the northern side of the island called Marsalforn. This area is known for its fish and other seafood. John had his usual Spaghetti Marinara which was full of seafood as you can see. I find the seafood in the Mediterranean to be much stronger in flavour than the seafood we get in Australia so I don't really like it.
Dinner over we headed back to the capital of Gozo - Victoria also known as Rabat where there were exhibitions of dancing, music, art and some incredible nativity models made from rocks collected from the ocean.
We had a few drinks at an outside bar and then headed back to the Harbour hoping to catch the midnight ferry - which of course left at 11.55pm - next ferry 1.30am so a long wait in the queue for the next one. It was amazing to see all the small children playing around while their parents were sitting in cars in the queue looking very tired. Interestingly the car at the head of the queue was being driven by one of the Maltese Government ministers who was not impressed that the ferry had left 5 minutes early. We finally arrived home about 2.30am.
Sunday Football in Malta - soccer for you guys. John attended a European Finals Match, albeit the final played between two Maltese sides, Valletta and Hiberia. The game venue lived up to all expectations - a crowd crush leading into the stadium and the local police being pelted by full water bottles (luckily the bottles were made out of plastic). The crowd was as entertaining, as was the game.