Trip Start Sep 12, 2006
100Trip End Sep 08, 2008
I went in a little early on the Tuesday to plan my lessons, however while I was taking advantage of the free wifi and chatting with Ania I was met with some surprising news. To cut a long story short, in order to teach English in Malta, I needed an English teacher's permit
It wasn't all bad though. To make up for the school's stuff up I was paid double for what I was owed for the classes I taught. I was also told that if I could get the paperwork together (which involved getting a copy of my high school certificate from a decade earlier) I could get a permit and work the following week. I was pretty disappointed with the whole situation, but as I needed the money I resolved to do everything I could in order to get the permit.
As my mum was in Melbourne, I had to wait for her to return before I could get a scanned copy of my high school certificate. Thus, I got to know the little hood between Sliema and St Julian's pretty well over the next few days. Apart from a trip to the police headquarters in Floriana to get a conduct certificate, I spent my time wandering along Sliema's promenade, sunbathing on the shelves of bare rock and dining on home made ravioli at one of the restaurants lining the waterfront. Actually, I only did the latter the once, as it was a somewhat expensive exercise, and conserving money was paramount.
On the Thursday morning I took all the paperwork into school, and they said they'd do their best to get me a permit. I wasn't getting my hopes up though, and I basically accepted the fact that whether or not I liked it, or could afford it, I was now on holiday. With the sun shining, and the warm crystal clear waters of the Mediterranean beckoning, I could think of much worse situations to be in.