Lukas intermittently tried to wake her, and spent several hours on Grindr, getting to know the pinnacle of the Maltese homosexual population. Finally, in the deepest hour of the night (1am), Olivia awoke.
And we got ready for a big night out;
Malta, however, apparently doesn't do week nights, and everything was closed. So we instead opted for a walk around the coast. Our moonlight walk consisted of a lot of reflection. Reflection on our surprise that our friendship has grown to the height that it has, without us really realising it. Who'd have thought, 3 years ago, that the two of us would be walking along a moonlight beach on a weird little island, hand in hand?
We came to the conclusion that nobody would have thought that because people that can think up the future are generally fictional.
We stopped off at a cafe and had a freshly made ham sandwich each (yeah... the only place open at 2am), then went back to our gaff for a snooze.
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We awoke, bright and early, after a conservative amount of sleep, and got ready for a day of sightseeing.
I chose, for the day, to wig it up.
Olivia, chose for the day, to garter it down. Or, as we could have been warned of at the time, to advertise herself as a twentieth century prostitute.
Despite the myths that garters provide, not sex was paid for, and some quite beautiful pictures were produced:
We set off for the village bus stop, and got on one of Malta's WORLD FAMOUS BUSES:
We got on the bus, and bowed our heads on the long walk to the two empty seats at the back. We bowed our heads party because we were embarrassed at our own appearance, but mainly because the bus is very small and has an incredibly low ceiling.
The 'bus' took us along a lovely coastal route, which was stunning. And soon we arrived at the grand Fortress City of Valetta;
Just inches past the gate, we saw a man on a horse, and accosted him.
This is me, walking toward him;
The man let the two of us sit inside his carriage, and eventually we paid him to take us for a ride around the city.
It was such a pituresque ride, so Olivia and I took some photo's.
And here's a picture of Olivia taking pictures of all that stuff, incase you found it hard to imagine .
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So after our carriage ride, we decided to try the city by foot.
Mistake.
Apparently when you make a fort, your intention is to kill everyone inside by getting them lost and confused.
Eventually, though, shortly after nightfall, and shortly after abusing a really fat woman, we found our way out of the fort, and made our way home...
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