When we travel we usually don’t rent a car, not for the whole three months we’re there. We believe in buses. They take you near where you want to go for a reasonable price. And you get to eavesdrop on animated conversations in a language you do not understand. Perfect combination of steadfast purpose, local entertainment and, occasionally, panoramic views of the countryside.
Malta has a tiptop bus system. Not so in the past. The buses used to be really picturesque old British buses that struggled to get you there. Engine trouble. Flat tires. Broken axles from deep pot holes. Hot in the summer. Cold in the winter. Most everyone agrees the old buses had more character but they were hell to ride.
The new buses lack verve and charm but they are efficient and on time. Even with a great bus system the first few trips can be nerve-wracking when you do not speak the language. You board hoping for the best and try to track the village names as you pass through. With names like Kundzzjoni, it’s a little disorienting. When you finally reach your destination there is always the wonder about finding the right bus to get back home before dark.
Today was our maiden voyage. We got there, walked the walled city of Mdina, had a traditional Sunday noon meal surrounded by Malteze families including babies, children and teenagers, and returned home in time for an afternoon nap.
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oh it all sounds wonderful, great way to BE in and with a country and it’s people!
Well, Fantan and I had a nice walk and then a drive to Trader Joes, that was such an adventure (at least for her)!
She does love the car and grocery shopping is high on the list. So glad you are both well and happy.
For me, that very last part is important. Very important.
Me too. I love my afternoon nap.