The unfortunate matter of the Blue Grotto didn't stop us from seeing the rest of the attractions but it did force us to plan better, thank god for mothers and their planning!!! Ashley's mom booked a day excursion to the islands of Camino and Gozo.
We woke up confused about our location and rushed back to make ourselves acceptable but not before eating another pasitzzi at 730am. Still drunk and barreling into a potentially terrible hangover, we boarded a small ferry for an hour trip to Gozo. It was only 20 minutes before one of us was puking off the back of the boat, luckily it wasn't me, although I was sure it was going to be for most of the ride. As we pulled into port, we were told to board the bus for a 3 hour sightseeing trip around the island, a trip we didn't want. It was one of those hop on, hop off, take a quick photo, and hop back on to the next spot. This idea didn't please any of us, especially Ash's mom, with her urging and pleading, we were allowed to pile into a jeep for our own tour.
Paul, a short, chubby, Maltese man, vowed to show us the side of Gozo that the bus would miss. Besides almost wetting my pants, I was pretty sure I would die. We were going to die by the lead foot of Paul, his belly jiggled as he roared , taking hairpin turns through the steep cliffs and hills at 40 mph. With nothing to stop the car from crashing into the waves below us, I had trouble looking anywhere but at my feet. Paul slammed on the brakes inches from the edge of the cliff. White with fear, we stepped onto the rocks to see one of the most beautiful things I have ever seen. It was as if we were one of 10 people in the world to see it and Paul was beaming at the fact that he was the one to show us.
Before piling back into the death jeep, we looked at our path, it was amazing that we were alive, one inch closer and we would have been shark bait, that is if we made it to the water without cracking our skulls on the rocks first. The next stop on Paul's tour was, Splendi Bay, right in the heart of a small town. Clear blue water invited us in for an afternoon dip before Ashley and her brother jumped off a 50 ft cliff into the water. It was then that I realized I have become a pussy, to scared to jump, I watched as they splashed into the clear water. I would say I regret it but when Ashley said she wouldn't do it again, I was ok with my pussy status. We dried off over our nutella and mint gelatis before putting our lives in Paul's hand once again. Back through the town of Victoria into the cliffs to Dwejra or Azur Window, a remote attraction in Gozo. It is a massive land bridge that forms a window in the middle of the rocks. Beautiful and overwhelming, we climbed into the water, wading through sea urchins and jelly fish to get a better view.
With limited time left, we rushed back to meet the boat to Camino but not before stopping for limestone quarries. I would never think to want to see something like this but Paul knew better. We stopped at the edge to look down 100s of feet to the saws cutting blocks of limestone, only stopping when sea level is reached. The deep cuts in stone tell the story of technology, at the top, jagged cuts create uneven shapes clearly made by hammers and man power. As the quarry deepened, the shapes became uniform and sharp. On the way back to the port, Paul stopped multiple times, reaching out of the jeep to pick plants and flowers, urging us to smell different spices and plants local to Gozo.
Paul weaved in and out of traffic, racing to get us back on time. Slamming on the brakes as we reached the boat, we jumped out and bid farewell to our chipper tour guide.
Back on the boat, armed with motion sickness meds, we sailed to the island of Camino. The rough landscape leaves it uninhabitated, except for one hotel for tourists. The pull of Camino is the Blue Lagoon. Water that makes Tiffany's blue look dull, draws boats and tourists year round. Parking among booze cruises and yachts, we climbed down rocks to the water. The sun had faded but I was determined to swim in the famous water. Alone, I swam across the lagoon through water, a color unlike I have ever seen before. It is deep, yet seems shallow with rocks and seaweed visible at any angle.
Before headed back to the main island, the ferry stopped in the crystal caves of Camino, revealing water colors crayola crayons only attempt to immitate.
We arrived an hour later to have dinner with another London friend, Ashley's roommate and fellow American, Monica flew in to join us for a few days.
We woke up confused about our location and rushed back to make ourselves acceptable but not before eating another pasitzzi at 730am. Still drunk and barreling into a potentially terrible hangover, we boarded a small ferry for an hour trip to Gozo. It was only 20 minutes before one of us was puking off the back of the boat, luckily it wasn't me, although I was sure it was going to be for most of the ride. As we pulled into port, we were told to board the bus for a 3 hour sightseeing trip around the island, a trip we didn't want. It was one of those hop on, hop off, take a quick photo, and hop back on to the next spot. This idea didn't please any of us, especially Ash's mom, with her urging and pleading, we were allowed to pile into a jeep for our own tour.
Paul, a short, chubby, Maltese man, vowed to show us the side of Gozo that the bus would miss. Besides almost wetting my pants, I was pretty sure I would die. We were going to die by the lead foot of Paul, his belly jiggled as he roared , taking hairpin turns through the steep cliffs and hills at 40 mph. With nothing to stop the car from crashing into the waves below us, I had trouble looking anywhere but at my feet. Paul slammed on the brakes inches from the edge of the cliff. White with fear, we stepped onto the rocks to see one of the most beautiful things I have ever seen. It was as if we were one of 10 people in the world to see it and Paul was beaming at the fact that he was the one to show us.
Before piling back into the death jeep, we looked at our path, it was amazing that we were alive, one inch closer and we would have been shark bait, that is if we made it to the water without cracking our skulls on the rocks first. The next stop on Paul's tour was, Splendi Bay, right in the heart of a small town. Clear blue water invited us in for an afternoon dip before Ashley and her brother jumped off a 50 ft cliff into the water. It was then that I realized I have become a pussy, to scared to jump, I watched as they splashed into the clear water. I would say I regret it but when Ashley said she wouldn't do it again, I was ok with my pussy status. We dried off over our nutella and mint gelatis before putting our lives in Paul's hand once again. Back through the town of Victoria into the cliffs to Dwejra or Azur Window, a remote attraction in Gozo. It is a massive land bridge that forms a window in the middle of the rocks. Beautiful and overwhelming, we climbed into the water, wading through sea urchins and jelly fish to get a better view.
With limited time left, we rushed back to meet the boat to Camino but not before stopping for limestone quarries. I would never think to want to see something like this but Paul knew better. We stopped at the edge to look down 100s of feet to the saws cutting blocks of limestone, only stopping when sea level is reached. The deep cuts in stone tell the story of technology, at the top, jagged cuts create uneven shapes clearly made by hammers and man power. As the quarry deepened, the shapes became uniform and sharp. On the way back to the port, Paul stopped multiple times, reaching out of the jeep to pick plants and flowers, urging us to smell different spices and plants local to Gozo.
Paul weaved in and out of traffic, racing to get us back on time. Slamming on the brakes as we reached the boat, we jumped out and bid farewell to our chipper tour guide.
Back on the boat, armed with motion sickness meds, we sailed to the island of Camino. The rough landscape leaves it uninhabitated, except for one hotel for tourists. The pull of Camino is the Blue Lagoon. Water that makes Tiffany's blue look dull, draws boats and tourists year round. Parking among booze cruises and yachts, we climbed down rocks to the water. The sun had faded but I was determined to swim in the famous water. Alone, I swam across the lagoon through water, a color unlike I have ever seen before. It is deep, yet seems shallow with rocks and seaweed visible at any angle.
Before headed back to the main island, the ferry stopped in the crystal caves of Camino, revealing water colors crayola crayons only attempt to immitate.
We arrived an hour later to have dinner with another London friend, Ashley's roommate and fellow American, Monica flew in to join us for a few days.
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