DAY 3 – COFFIN DODGERS DAY OUT
Slept through alarm and kept whole tour group waiting. Felt bad because it didn’t look like many of our fellow passengers have much time left.
Gozo is a gorgeous little island littered with things to see. Some are totally worth it like the beautiful bay at Marsalforn where I had my first swim for 2005 and the castle at Ggantija. Others are totally missable like the worlds oldest temple which is a collection of badly stacked rocks that apparently predate the pyramids and some cave which was the poorest excuse for a tourist attraction I can remember paying to see in all my travels.
Malta has a long history of religious patronage. The two small islands of Malta and Gozo are chocker-block with 365 churches that have all been fully funded by donations from the faithful. That is one church for every day of the year paid for by people convinced that the same guy who let six million Jews get gassed by the Nazis (amongst other things) will give them everything they ever wanted when they die. I admire their confidence.
After dinner we gambled the night away in the local casino (if there is a heaven I am so not getting in). It wasn’t anything compared to the Vegas casinos and you have to pay for your drinks but a great time was had by all. I even managed to break even. After the casino we hit Malta’s hottest nightspot, Paceville. Had a blast laughing at the local underage drinkers going nuts. Was surprised by how tackily the obviously underage local girls dressed considering Malta is supposed to be over ninety percent Roman Catholic with eighty percent of the population attending church every Sunday. Staggered home for kebabs at 4am.
