Here we go, another big old breakfast and get out on the prom ready to get on the bus for the hop on hop off trip we bought. Plan was to get down the fishing village and Blue Grotto. Sunday is supposed to be great in Marsaxlokk as they have the fish market there, so we wanted the early bus. It was busted. So we had to hang around for an hour for the next one. Well as you can imagine the next bus was the one that lazy fat arsed people would be on as it gave them plenty of time to squeeze into their too tight clothes after chomping for an hour over the breakfast buffet. Rude does not begin to describe these people, pushing and shoving – entirely un-British I’d say. So as we didn’t push and shove the bus was ful before we even got close. I winged at the bloke, he gave us an open ticket, we thought we would try again another day.
So you get a free harbor cruise with the bus tour, I can see why they give them away – it was rubbish. We sat on the top, and slowly drove around the in and out bits of the next three harbors. It was boring, it was hot, it was boring and it was hot. Not fun. And it lasted for ages.
After the “cruise” we decided that we would