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Malta – 9

Birżebbuġa to Żurrieq – 15th April 2023

The last part of my round Malta trip.
I popped in to watch Alex and the N. Ireland volleyball team lose valiantly to San Marino. Then headed out to Birżebbuġa for the last 12 miles or so. Weather only slightly better than yesterday. It was better in February.

It is a wonderful sentiment by why the extremely awkward 46.59 Euro?
Leaving the docks and the noise behind at last.
Is ‘Cash man’ a name or an aspiration. And another private V.M.
What the fuck is that in the window? No wonder it needs bars.
Right next door, in a coup of one-up-man-ship. Not only have they also got their own but theirs is feral and needs caging. No wonder she’s crying.
Some little reptile alien is banged up with her.
Little Filfla island again. Seems like a long time but actually less than 8 weeks.
The rain is coming and I’m gonna get wet.
This duck fam are loving the guy power-washing his car.
No crossing this one.
It’s a water tower Jim. but not as we know it.
You have no chance at that TV ref.
Does the ‘Hello Baby’ relate to all the cherubs and things a-statue.
St. Katarina, a new icon. Here she is safely locked up along with the voodoo doll that was used to bring her to book. She’s had her last meal, a whole bucket of KFC.
Not much left of the original church. Seems a bit small for such a grand looking woman.
Żurrieq on the hill but I doubt it will be a direct route?
Nice bit of road, Grommet. My last knight’s tower on the hill top.
Christ! now they conflating the two. St. Katarina is shown with a babe and across the way without. Make up your delusional minds.
Main square in Żurrieq and St. Catarina’s church. Bloody useless spellers those priests.
On the left, a very sensible low key way of showing where the docs is.
Here I am on the main drag in Żurrieq again and the Malta has been rounded.
Smug, completed the whole thing face.
A bit of extras to see the gold St. Katarina. See – conflated. They even using my tag, V.M. Is she carrying a Kalashnikov in her right hand?

As always, it is a very bittersweet moment to finish. It is nearly as bad as spending hours on a birthday poem to have it disappear after a few seconds. Oh well! On to the next.