There was a place called Golden Bay that looked very interesting to me during my pre-reading and it was situated on the other side of the map to where I was staying in Sliema
. I found a bus route that took me to there from outside my motel! What excited me more about Golden Bay was that it was near a place called Ghajn Tuffieha. I have vivid memories of my father singing about such a place when my parents had toyed with the idea of selling up and moving the family out here a second time (I was around 13 at the time). Mum falling pregnant with Nicholas put paid to that journey before it had begun but dad singing "Ghajn Tuffieha here we come, right back where we started from" still resides in my memory. Well today I got to see Ghajn Tuffieha, and I thought of dad. It brought a smile to my face. I wished he was here with me.
Golden Bay and Ghajn Tuffieha provided me with perhaps some of the most breathtaking scenery I have seen to date in Malta, and I hope my photos do them justice. I walked to the highest peak between the two bays, the wind was howling, the waves crashing against the rocks far below, and I felt alive! Whilst it was sunny it was pretty windy but nothing was going to stop me swimming in those waters, it was special and I wont forget today for a long time. I hopped back onto a rickety old bus and took the 40 minute journey back to Sliema. I failed to mention it before but the trip was worth it just for the scenery and sights I would witness on the bus trip. It went through San Pawl Tan-Targa, Bugibba, St Paul's Bay, and eventually Ghajn Tuffieha.
Upon returning I ventured to a barber that was near my hotel in Sliema. I had stopped by a few times before but the place never seemed to be open, however today I was in luck. I walked into the barber and said to the guy, "Give me Gozo's latest!". I walked out looking like Joe Abdilla...it was weird but in a nice way. :)
In my first 10 days on the main island of Malta I had managed to tick off many of the places that I had pencilled in when planning the trip thumbing through my trusty Lonely Planet guide back home. It is a surreal process spending hours reading, researching and exploring maps of a country, and then actually treading the paths that take you to all these wondrous places that were merely dots and callouts on a map. I guess the reason I have enjoyed myself so much on this trip is that nothing has disappointed so far. Every place I have visited has met or exceeded my expectations and many times way over what I foresaw. I know it has something to do with Malta being the place of my heritage and the very earth that my parents, aunties, uncles and grand parents had trodden many years ago. I would see a building, road or feature and imagine my father or mother walking past there as a child, unbeknownst to them their son would be treading the same steps some 50 years later.