Ah, Ok so Day 3 was beach day. Keith managed to break the strap on his trusted Flip Flops so wanted to invest in some new ones. That meant a stroll through Silemma, through St Julians, up through PaceVille and to the shops. Walking in malta is a pleasure, sure it is hot but the sea views on the route are magical and the breeze refreshes you. The walk probably took the best part of an hour but it was good fun. So we get to the shop and I instinct buy some flip flops too, time to get the old feet tanned. Really good quality flip flops for 25 euro - bargain!! After "shopping" if I can call it that, we walked to the beach. As mentioned there is a festival in Malta at the moment so it was public holiday which ultimately meant that we would be going to a crowded beach. Upon arriving I was parched so we stopped in this nice little bar for a pint. The beach was super packed and the end with the fitties was vacant of space which meant we ended up near the families - no biggy.
The view even at the beach was awesome!
So after a good few hours lying around I walked into the sea, soooooooo refreshing, as it got deeper I swam a little and was in for a big shock when I put my foot down. Whilst it was still shallow, there was no longer sand underneath my feet and instead I managed to slam my right foot into a rock, a sharp one at that, great a cut foot, that is perfect for Flip Flops.......
We stayed there for a while and then headed back, planning to walk. On the walk we stopped in my old haunt, the Dubliners - if you ever go to Malta you have to go there, the staff are incredible, sure the drinks are a little pricier but it is awesome! After a drink we decided to hop on a bus back, that way it was a 10 minute journey. Now buses I remember in Malta are death traps, yellow metal on wheels with no door. They pack the buses like mad and have this annoying voice that says "Please move down" when it is clearly impossible to do so, and getting off the bus if you are at the back is not possible, you need to plan your exit about 4 stops before you get off. Added to that there were no bells, instead just a cord running across the side that you would pull and it would ring a minuscule bell next to the driver. Prepared for this we boarded and boy was I in for a shock. Now the buses are bigger, a different colour, and have bells - this isn't Malta!
Anyway we got back and decided to relax before our night out in Paceville or PV as it is known. There was a bit of miscommunication on what to eat between Keith and I so in the end it got to 10:30 and we hopped on the bus in with no food, woops!
PV had not changed! We started off in Hugos lounge, one of the few places you can take a seat close to midnight and Keith slammed his Magners down pretty darn quick. 3 drinks each later, and 40 minutes we moved on. This time to a place I'd never been and can't even remember its name however the antics in there will live forever. Within about 2 minutes the DJ played YMCA, Follow The Leader, We Will Rock You, Macarena and Mama Mia! What the hell???? Whilst it was enjoyable I'd had enough and we made a quick exit and moved to the next place. This time it was somewhere I had been before but a name I've forgotten. This was a bit more casual but now I had swapped my drink for the third time, onto Vodka Cranberry! YUMMMMMM.
It was a good laugh in there and provided me with a few stories I'm going to keep on the DL but let's say it was great to be back and I was on form :)
After we headed to Nordic Bar, another old haunt, to meet a few of my old mates. I saw Ian, had a quick drink and found out now their is an upstairs in Nordic Bar! Epic, up we go. Hmmmm let's just say it was a lot.... smaller than I imagined. I got talking to a lot of people and felt bad because Keith was little isolated but reassured me he was cool. I told a Swedish she was not swedish and then asked a Swedish guy if he thought she was, he was adamant that she was not so when I revealed she was he felt like a moron LOL! Unfortunately they got talking and she decided to tell him she wasn't which made him have a banter go at me and give me a friendly, but firm tap on my cheek for making him look like a fool. OH NO SHE DIDN'T! Determined to rectify this I forced her to admit to him she was at which point he looked at me and said "free slap back, hit me". I made sure this one time counted :)
Eventually we got a cab back and crashed at around 5am, felt like it was still 10pm... woops. Oh here are some pics of the night! Not sure if the vid will work!
Hmm poor quality, woops. Ok I can;t be bothered to write day 4 up as this was quite a long one, but I'll post it soon!
