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| Angela, Me, Monica |
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| The ferry takes cars and trucks |
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| Looking to Gozo |
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| Ready to go Captain |
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| Comino |
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| Gozo ferry port |
The day is not over yet, Paul, Monica and I
hop in the car and zip up the road to pick up Angela. We now start our journey
to Gozo. This is a smaller island that is part of Malta. Paul is a proud
Gosotian and keen to show off his birthplace. Many other family members also
come from here and Dad often talked about the fun he would have in Gozo
swimming and exploring.
The ferry is big, we drive on with lots of
other cars and trucks. I would hate to be here in peak summer time. We pass the
island of Comino and Paul shows me where the gap in the rocks lines up with
the ferry. I quickly snap a photo – I hope I got it. I learn that only a few
people live on Comino, but it has the essentials a policeman and a priest.
Off onto Gozo we go, its much greener than
Malta. I have no idea where we are going up and down dale and then we arrive at
a terrace restaurant. And get pizza’s to sustain us, I am well and truly tired
now. Bed.
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