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Malta Review - Holidays in Malta - Zap Those
Mosquitos
I went to Malta for the first time for 2 weeks in the summer of
1990. After that I went for 2 weeks every summer and 2 weeks
twice at Christmas and the New Year until my last holiday there
in 1996 - 8 times in all. It is the type of place that is said
you either love or hate - obviously I loved
it.
Although it's a while since I've been to Malta, a friend who
has just come back from a holiday there has assured me that
little has changed. Also my type of holiday isn't the normal
touristy thing. I don't go on many guided tours or have much
interest in old ruins. Saying that I did pick up a fairly
extensive knowledge of the brave history of Malta.
What I love about there most are the people. I
have never known such friendliness and helpfulness even
though I live in friendly Yorkshire. Cynics say that it's
because you are spending money. I don't think so, even
though a lot of the Maltese people are on low wages and
work in two jobs to survive I've found that many of them
happily buy you drinks, take you for meals, spend money on
petrol to drive you around the island without asking for
anything back but friendship. We always left with invites
to stay in homes the next time but we preferred to be
independent and use hotels.
There is a love for British people and all things British. We
have had strong connections with Malta, which was part of our
empire for 160 years until Malta became independent within the
Commonwealth in 1964 and became a republic in 1974. Valletta
harbour is the largest in the Mediterranean. During the Second
World War our ships refuelled and were repaired in the dry
docks there.
Malta suffered a tremendous barrage of bombing for months. The
people never gave in even though many of them had their homes
destroyed and lived in catacombs and caves. For their bravery
they were awarded the George cross, which is now often known as
the Maltese cross. The Maltese are rightfully proud of their
George cross and I always wear one attached to an earring as a
reminder of some fantastic times.
Malta is a rocky archipelago - only 15 miles from one end to
the other and has a population of around 500,000. It is 288kms
north of Africa and I once read that many centuries ago was
actually joined to that coastline before sea erosion made the
separation. The first inhabitants were escaping wars and terror
in Africa and the Maltese language I was told was originally
Semetic. English is the second main language but Italian is
also quite widely spoken there.
Malta is close to the foot of Italy, only 93kms from Sicily and
there are many Italian inhabitants. I noticed that a lot of the
TV and radio channels were Italian and that there is an
abundance of Italian restaurants there. Although English is
widely spoken I did meet some from the small villages who speak
nothing but Maltese. During my visits I often came across
Maltese who also spoke French, German and Libyan. It is a
holiday resort but they put many of us Brits to shame in the
multi lingual stakes.
The British influence is very strong despite it being over 30
years since our forces garrisons were closed down. Most of the
Maltese that I met have anglicised names like Peter, David,
Susan, Brian, Janet and Ben though I did meet a few Marios and
Marias. They drive madly on the left hand side of roads that
are often full of potholes and I found that the best way to get
cars to stop was smile broadly. Then I would hear a not
uncommon almighty screech of brakes and be able to cross
safely.
A lot of those I met had 2 cars, an old banger for night
driving and a newer one for the day. A friend of ours Sylvio
had a brand new BMW for the day and an old mini for evenings.
On one memorable trip coming back from Popeye village, bits of
his old mini fell off into the road every now and then. A
policeman stopped him and went off with his tail between his
legs when Sylvio shouted at him - that wouldn’t happen
here!
If you are into classic cars you will be gobsmacked at the
amount of cars from the 60s and 70s that are around. I remember
seeing a Ford Capri that was identical to one that a friend
owned in 1970. Malta didn’t have any drink drive laws up until
the last time that I visited and accidents of young people are
sadly remembered by small shrines at the roadside to mark where
they had died in crashes and as a reminder to drive carefully.
Saying that I noticed that very few Maltese people drank
alcohol and even when they visited the bars mostly drank soft
drinks or didn’t drink at all.
The buildings are generally sandstone with a weather worn
crumbling look. I didn’t see many houses in Malta, mostly
apartments. I visited several apartments of friends and they
were usually laid out in the same way, with rooms in single
file and few windows. There would be one or two sitting rooms
leading off from the entrance, then a kitchen or bedroom, more
bedrooms if they were big apartments and a bathroom often at
the end meaning a walk through several rooms to get there. The
walls and floors were usually marble and the furniture a
mixture of 50s to modern day. Perhaps it’s the dry air in Malta
but some of the furniture and fittings were wonderfully
preserved.
I went to a party in one apartment that was definitely a
throwback to the early 70s. Psychedelic wall paintings and a
black ceiling dotted with stars and moons. A hammock hanging
from the sitting room ceiling, 70s furniture and a table in the
middle designed to put wacky baccy smokes together. The most
incongruous item of all in the apartment was a knitted doll loo
roll holder just like those that were all the rage in the
70s.
As Malta is a holiday resort I should mention the weather. I
went during the last week of June and first of July and found
it hot, varying from 20 - 37 degrees and it can get hotter
during August. Rain is rare during the summer and it can get
very dry and dusty with little but cactuses thriving.
Mosquitoes queued up waiting for me to get off the aeroplane
and each summer that I went my reaction to the bites became
more severe. I tried everything that I could to avoid them but
the little blighters always got me at some point. The last time
bites on my feet caused them to swell up so much that I
couldn’t get my shoes or sandals on and I had to call a doctor
to visit me in the hotel. I was charged around £20 for the
visit and some antibiotics but on a previous occasion I took my
bite-swollen elbow to a doctors surgery and paid nothing. Malta
have a reciprocal agreement with the UK concerning free medical
care but that must exclude doctors being called out. The
agreement is for free healthcare for one month only so you do
need to take out insurance.
We visited a friend Brian in the hospital in the capital
Valleta several times and found it to be an ancient, grim
looking prison like place. We are lucky to have modern bright
hospitals around here, though Pinderfields at Wakefield looks
almost as grim. Despite the old building then 18 year old Brian
assured us that the doctors and nurses were good at their jobs
and treated him well with nothing too much trouble. Brian had
broken his back several years earlier by diving off the high
rocks in Valleta harbour and was a regular there.
My Christmas visits were smack bang in the middle of winter and
I found most days a little warmer than our British summers but
with a lot less rain and no mosquitos. I was walking along the
main street of Valleta one New Years day when it started
raining. A man celebrated the rare rainfall by running into the
middle of the street waving his arms in the air shouting
‘shitta’ the Maltese word for rain. Although quite dry, there
is more plant life evident during the winter. I particularly
remember how pretty the tree-lined road leading into Valleta is
when they flower.
Apparently the autumn and spring can bring hot dry winds called
Xlokk in Malta, otherwise known as Siroccos. I remember hearing
that snow fell a couple of years ago, highly unusual on this
sunny island.
Being a mainly catholic country the Maltese celebrate Christmas
but in a much quieter religious way than us. Even so they go to
town on the decorations. Everywhere you go you see hand painted
window decorations ranging from religious in nature to Disney
like cartoons. Much more attractive than anything that I’ve
seen here. Valleta was chocca block with enough streetlights to
rival the Blackpool illuminations. As there is a one hour time
difference with the UK it was fun to celebrate the New Year
twice, but watch out for balloons attached to bar ceilings
filled with water.
Every time that I visited I stayed at the St
Georges Apartments (now Bay Street Hotel Complex) in the
Paceville area of St Julians, 5 or 6 miles away from
Valleta . The apartments that we had were always
reasonably clean and neatly furnished with the basics
including TVs. Nothing fancy but I don't really need much
except a bed, fridge, loo and shower when holidaying. On
one visit the apartment was invaded by ants and the only
way to solve the problem was to put some small piles of
sugar in corners to attract them.
The complex had a couple of lounges, a poolroom, a gym, 2
shops, a dining room and an indoor and outdoor pool. I used the
pools often and the shops were small but not bad for quick food
purchases. The well equipped gym I used nearly every day that
it was open. Mainly to keep fit but partly because I developed
a look but don't touch mutual flirtation/friendship with one of
the owners - disappointed huh!!
I never ate in the dining room, preferring to make sandwiches
in the apartment or eat the most gorgeous pizzas in Italian
restaurants. We asked where the best restaurants were on our
first visit and were told to go where the Maltese eat. Usually
in Italian restaurants but some of the Maltese owned
restaurants were pretty good. I didn’t try the Maltese
favourites of octopus and rabbit but their addition of boiled
egg to pizzas was different but good. Although I can remember
the approximate vicinity of the best restaurants I can’t
remember the names. Pointless anyway, as with bars the names
changed nearly every time that we went.
Along with Sliema, St Julians has the busiest nightlife with
lots of bars with seats outside and several nightclubs. We
always timed our flights to arrive from Manchester on Saturday
nights at around 8 pm. The short bus trip from Luqa airport,
which was modernised in the early 90s, only takes about 20
minutes. We would check in, get washed and changed and be
having our first drink in one of the nearby bars within 30
minutes. St Julians has a one-way traffic system and it was fun
sitting outside one of the roadside bars watching the Maltese
arrive in their bangers for nights out. Or on foot, the Maltese
are in general a very attractive race and thanks to the
abundance of gyms there are plenty of well toned bodies to
watch as they strut around in shorts and skimpy tops. Mostly
men at night, the women don’t go out much due to their
religion. Sunday is family day and the evening would see
families milling around the bar areas but drinking very little
except for the atmosphere. Some of the visitors complained
about the noise at night but St. Julians and Sliema are not the
places to go if you want a quiet holiday. Just about everywhere
else is quiet at night though.
Just down the hill from the St Georges apartments is one of the
island’s best hotels the Dragonara, which hosts the only casino
on the island. I went in the hotel once and it looked good but
a better sight to me was the Yachts anchored in the bay on the
right hand side of the hotel. On the other side is St Georges
bay where we hired pedalos and speedboats. Often we would have
pedalo parties where our friends and we would tie several
together in the middle of the bay and eat, drink, swim and
listen to loud music. We had to be careful and plaster
ourselves with high factor sun tan lotions but the middle of
the bay was just about the coolest place to be during the
day.
Swimming was great but there are stinging jellyfish to avoid.
Malta is a rocky island with mostly pebble beaches, the one in
St Georges bay was no bigger than my backyard and with only a
little murky looking sand. Because there isn’t much sand the
sea is very clear and I was able to look over the side of the
pedalos or speedboats and enjoy watching the fish swimming
about quite a few feet below me.
If you are into watersports Malta is a good place to go. There
are lots of different types of watersports and we saw
windsurfing, diving clubs and speedboat racing. Unfortunately
one speedboat exploded during a race, which put me off
speedboats for a little while. I watched a water volleyball
match once in Msida, which is about a mile away from Valleta.
Msida is a small fishing port that I visited a few times with a
friend who owned a gym there. The sea front was very
picturesque with lots of small old-fashioned brightly painted
fishing boats.
The other big sport in Malta is football. They are football
crazy and many of them support Manchester United, probably
because the team went there every year during the second week
of July. My next to last visit coincided with the world cup and
Italy got through to the final. Every time Italy won the island
went berserk and the St Julian’s one-way system was jammed with
vehicles overflowing with jubilant supporters, it was quite a
sight.
If you like sandy beaches you can find them on Malta, but they
are few and far between and quite small. The one that I
remember visiting is Golden Sands. I think that one is the
biggest but it was only a few hundred yards across. For a beach
holiday you really need to check carefully if you don’t want to
be disappointed. Topless sunbathing was banned in Malta, but I
did visit a nudist beach there once.
There is also a splash pool park with some pools and slides, a
cafe and a small funfair. I went there in 1990 on a
day trip with the hotel. I thought that I was
being clever finding a large umbrella to keep me out of
the sun but the sun moves and the umbrellas don’t. By
midday I was fully exposed to the hot sun and without a
hope of finding any shade in the busy place. By the end of
the afternoon I had little bubble blisters on my arms and
back which scared some of our Maltese friends into
thinking that I’d caught something. That was a problem
with the sun that I’d previously had on a smaller scale in
the UK and my doctor advised me afterwards to have a few
sunbed sessions before going again in the summer. That
worked but I always came back paler than when I went and
sparking off rumours because I have a tendency to stay out
of the sun if I can.
Prices were very low, we were able to buy bottles of the local
brewed lager Cisk (very nice) for at the highest 25 cents.
There is 100 cents to one Maltese Lira and as 1GBP is
equivilant to around 60 cents would work out at about 41p per
bottle. In Valleta and the smaller villages you could get
bottles for 15 cents, plus nearly every time we ordered a round
a plate of free food would be planted on the table. Usually
small slices of bread with a spicy tomato paste spread or
crispy nibble type things. Very tasty the food was too.
If you look beyond the tourist shops you can find some good
prices on gold and especially 22 carot. Hand knitted in the
small villages there are Arran jumpers in abundance and very
cheap too.
We didn’t find anything except some other types of clothing
over expensive and only one place tried to rip us off. That was
a bar in St Julians, which charged us more than double the
usual amount for drinks. Some Maltese friends joined us and
when we told them they complained and we got our money back. In
some places there was a higher nightclub entry fee for
holidaymakers but we were told to ask for the lower Maltese
price at the door that we got with no problems.
Clothes were either cheap and nasty or expensive and nearly as
nasty. The Maltese that we met did not generally buy clothes in
Malta. They caught the once a week ferry from Sliema to Sicily
and bought clothes and leather goods there at fantastically low
prices. A friend used to get good Italian leather shoes for
less than £10, probably far more expensive here. It would
probably be worth taking an empty suitcase and filling it with
bargains.
Sliema is nearly half way between St Julians and Valleta. As I
said earlier it’s a good place for nightlife but it also has
the most up to date shopping centre where you will find some of
the familiar larger chain stores with imported goods, lots of
hotels and some water sports clubs. To get there we usually
walked in the winter or caught a bus in the summer. The buses
were an experience in themselves. Old and battered throwbacks
from the 50s with often bad tempered drivers who drove fast
over potholed roads and left the doors open to help create a
more hair raising ride. It’s a good job I like a rough ride,
but alas they were replacing the old buses with new ones the
last time that I was there. A friend hired a car once and found
the price was good and you can also get around Valleta in horse
drawn carriages.
Sometimes we caught the bus from St Julians to Valleta. The bus
station was open plan to the extent that you almost don’t
realise that you are in a bus station when you arrive. There is
an archway at the entrance leading into Valleta, but watch out
for the pigeons they like to bomb you when you walk under it.
On the left hand side you will find a public loo in what seemed
like a dark cellar. There used to be a gnarled old lady wearing
widow’s weeds selling toilet roll at the entrance. No matter
how much money we gave her she handed over one sheet and glared
defying us to complain. The same happened in some nightclubs
but not all. I made sure that I had plenty of tissues in my bag
and waved them at her as I passed. On the way out I would tip
her and the glare would soften a little. On my first visit a
lot of the loos were disgustingly dirty and smelly. They blamed
it on a shortage of water but within a few years there was a
vast improvement in that area.
Every Sunday there is an open air market at the entrance. Some
say it is really good for bargains but I never saw anything
worth buying. On the right hand side after the archway is the
remains of an opera house which was bombed during the last
world war and is now used as a car park. A stark reminder of
the bad times, and of how brave the Maltese were in
defiance.
This is the beginning of the capital’s main street, Republican
street. It is quite narrow and mostly shop lined. About half
way up was a jeweller’s and watch repairs shop that we visited
many times. The elderly owner King Ben became a good friend of
ours and would usually shut his shop and take us to a café or
bar when we visited him. Sometimes there would be gifts of
bottles of vodka waiting and he always offered us free or very
cut price jewellery or watches which we turned down. His
good-looking son owned a bar in Valleta and we weren’t allowed
to pay for drinks if we went there in the evening. The loss of
income while he closed the shop, and the complete generosity
with no strings attached, typified what we found in a lot of
Maltese people. Sadly Ben passed away just before our last
visit.
Further up Republican street there are government buildings and
the police station. The police station was bombed just after we
passed it one day, it seems we were lucky. On the left hand
side there are narrow streets with tall crumbling apartment
buildings that lead down to the harbour. It is quite steep with
lots of old sandstone steps, even when I was at peak fitness I
found it heavy going and not a good idea to come back up from
the harbour when it is very hot.
Sometimes we travelled by ferry from Sliema to Valleta. One of
our friends Sylvio ran a burger bar at the ferry stop and we
would sit at one of the tables and play the practical joke of
gluing a coin to the ground. Brian, the friend that we visited
in hospital would meet us there and we would push his
wheelchair up the slopes into Valleta. He couldn’t manage to
get up there by himself and if we didn’t take him he would wait
at street corners for volunteers to push him, he never had to
wait for long though. He lived in a top floor apartment with
his family. No stair lift, just steep narrow flights that his
family had to lift him up. I was told that the Maltese were
working on improving wheelchair facilities, but it would be
advisable to check before booking. Despite the poor facilities
the people treated Brian as if he was special - with respect,
kindness and not as if he was thick.
We attended a festa one evening at the ferry
stop with fireworks and lots to eat and drink. It was the
one time that we felt any unfriendliness, perhaps because
we were the only outsiders at their festival. That was
until a little boy came and sat with us and chattered away
in Maltese. We would say yes or no and a torrent of
Maltese would spew forth making us and his parents at the
next table laugh. There are festas just about every week
in Malta, usually celebrating religious occasions but even
the police have a festa. We found that out when my friend
had some jewellery stolen from her hotel room and she went
to report it to the police. She came back alarmed because
the police had been wearing skirts. Their national costume
and we found out later that some of the police had been
locked in cells overnight after celebrating too much.
In Valleta one of the many attractions is the Maltese
Experience. A series of slideshows detailing the Maltese
history from the Knights of St John turning Valetta into a
Baroque fortress to the events of the war. A lot of the old
battlements are still there and reminded me of the walk around
the battlements of York. There are a few old cannons around
which deafened us on some of the festas.
Popeye was filmed in Malta and there remains a quaint looking
wooden village purpose built into the side of a rock cliff for
holidaymakers to visit. We went there but found a bar next to
Popeye village a more attractive proposition than the tour.
The Blue Lagoon is one of the most popular tourist attractions.
You pay for a boatman to take you around and through a few
caves that jut out of the water. The sea is a lovely blue
colour but the sea around Malta is lovely anyway. I couldn’t
see the attraction personally, it took longer to get there than
the actual boat trip and the best bit was one of my friends
trying to chat up the boatman and the boat nearly tipped over
when she tried to get to him for a snog.
Mdina was built by Monks and is called the silent city after
the monks who had a vow of silence. It is a walled town and
Maltas medieval capital. The streets are narrower than any that
I’ve seen before and some of the rich Maltese live there in
palaces.
Gozo is one of 2 small islands off the tip of Malta and to get
there you can get a ferry from Sliema. There is more greenery
there than on the main island and it is quieter and more
relaxed. A great place for diving.
Bugiba has a holiday complex and is probably more the place to
go if you like quiet holidays. We were very disappointed to
find that the nightlife was nil after 10.00 pm and the town was
virtually in darkness.
All of the other places that I visited are dim memories but I
hope that I had given you a good general idea of Malta. There
really is plenty to do whatever your taste in holidays. Apart
from the things that I mentioned there are museums, art
galleries, street shows, concerts and cruises.
Finally a few practical things:
We didn’t need visas to visit Malta but if you live outside the
UK it would be something to check beforehand.
We found that it was best to take only a small amount of
Maltese currency, as the exchange rate was always better in
Malta. There are plenty of banks but don’t try to rob them they
are very security conscious with armed guards who unlock the
doors each time somebody goes in or out. Most major credit
cards can be used but you can also spend sterling in Malta.
Many of the Maltese like to come here for visits and want the
currency.
The holiday reps told us that the water is safe but we were
told differently by the Maltese. They told us to only drink
bottled or boiled water and to be careful about eating salads
in cafes and restaurants. They built a water purifying plant
but as was pointed out to us, some of the restaurants and
hotels have water tanks on their roofs that are open to insects
and muck getting in. We were cautious and never had jippy
tummys.
I paid between £300 and £350 for my two week holidays which
included flights and accomodation but no meals. Having recently
looked at travel brochures the same deals are still available
for less than £400 depending upon how many are sharing an
appartment and if you get a last minute booking..
Hope you’ve enjoyed this long but what is a small part of my
Malta experience. We always came home laughing at the amount of
fun that we had. I'd like to go back again but it would be sad
if it was different.
by Patricia Jones - April 8th 2001
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