Another day in paradise!
Hazy heat beat down as we sat waiting for our coach. Today we’re going to Gozo ~ a beautiful, dramatic Island. An excursion... we’ve looked forward to this since our arrival in Malta.
As we Waited for our beautiful, luxurious, air conditioned coach; you can imagine our absolute disappointment when a clapped out, white transit van pulls up outside our rather posh hotel....
“Well girls” Miranda crowed “you get what you bloody well pay for”
The four of us crept onto the van in a muted silence, hoping sincerely, that no one would see us.
Sitting to quickly, all four urgently pull out huge sunglasses, then gently, we disappear into well worn stained seats as we pull sunhats around our faces.
“Who the hell told us to come with this shit company” Samantha hissed.
“You Samantha, you” we all seethed.
“Come on guys, it will be fine” Charlotte ever the peacemaker, smiled.
On the ferry, we relax, order drinks and chill. We step off where we’re quickly ushered along to meet our designated Tourist Guide.
Standing in the Queue...
“Maybe he’ll be handsome or better still maybe he’ll be handsome and available” I laugh towards Samantha
“He better be, I’m getting desperate now”
“Oh no” whispered Miranda, “not another transit van”
“Hello, I’m Michael your guide for today”
Samantha’s mouth drops open ~ Miranda, Charlotte and I giggle ~ she really is desperate!
Michael who by the way is built like the back end of a bus, black spiky hair, brown eyes that seem to be focused but aren’t.
Once we’re seated in the van, Michael gets himself into the driving seat, we all screech as the back end of the van rises...
“Oh my god how much does he weigh” cries Charlotte. We all look around nervously. I have a feeling this is not going to be the excursion we were so looking forward to.
On our way at last, we drive through amazing scenery and to our delightful surprise, Michael turns out to be a brilliant, well informed tour guide, he definitely knows the island, its history and his information is coming across as interesting.
During our first stop, Samantha asks him to take some photos of us as a group. The views breathtaking and as Michael is taking a picture, Samantha’s now well known phrase echo’s around the mountains...
“Michael... have you got a girlfriend?”
“Yes I have a wife and 10 kids” Michael beams
“Oh my good god” she gasps.
The three of us double over in stitches, laughing at the shock across her face.
I looked at Michael and smiled, he couldn’t have said anything better, he then looks in my direction and as if he knew what I was thinking, he winks mischievously; this of course makes me laugh harder... I knew he’d told a porky, serves her right I thought, serves her bloody well right.
Half way through our day... a day which was turning out to be wonderful, Michael drops us off in a lovely, sleepy town, so that we can lunch and shop for a few hours. The sights and sounds feel wonderful.... we order lunch knowing we’re going to go shopping to grab a bargain and if we have time we’re going to pay a visit to a fancy castle.
We arrive back approximately 5pm – the four of us decide to walk back to the hotel. On our way back we discover a fabulous street which for those of you who are old enough to remember, reminds me of the age old programme, the streets of San Francisco. As we walk along, a man waves at us and shout “Yahoo, yahoo” surprised, we look at one another.
“Is he talking to us?”
We all turn back to see if he’s waving to someone behind us because, now he’s shouting too.
“Is he waving at you or us?” I enquire to a young girl behind us.
“It’s my uncle” she giggles “but listen he is probably talking to you”
As we walk by, Samantha looks back receiving a very sexy wink.
“Down tiger” Miranda growls...
Laughing, we hurry to get back to the hotel so that we can ready ourselves for another evening of food, drink and dance. we also want to chat about our last evening together on the beautiful Maltese Island... We’d already decided to go in fancy dress... I was to be a carnival queen, Miranda a bunny girl, Charlotte little red riding hood and Samantha as usual had us in hysterics, she told us she’d decided she was going as an airline pilot...
Friday, our last night... was going to be a lot more than interesting, but one thing was for sure, we all need an early nite to prepare for hopefully a wonderful last evening together.
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