We all board the Ferry, though there is some what of a sea swell, so I’m a little apprehensive about the crossing. Some twenty odd minutes later and we're there, it went well.
A soon as we step off the Ferry we are surrounded by taxi drivers trying to get our business. One guy in particular starts lowering his prices, this is haggling in reverse. In the end he offers to take us to the main centre of the capital Victoria. We end up paying two Euros, the same as the bus would have cost us, and he's quicker.
We walk to the bus terminus, M&S decide to go off to see a part of the Island they visited many years ago, will meet back here in two and one half hours, that now leaves me with Sandy, who as I’ve said is not in the best of health suffering from terminal cancer, on top of that the poor guy, who is always cheerful, broke his femur not too long ago and is forced to use a stick, this has impeded his ability to make due progress.
We walk down a few streets looking for the Citadel we find a place we think we are looking for are not impressed and move on (we were wrong I shall find it on my return). We do see an open backed lorry with vegetables on it the biggest cauliflower I have ever seen they are massive, I wonder if there’s a nuclear reactor near by. It is not too long before he needs to sit down for a rest, and he fancies a drink, so we find a bar and get ourselves a pint. Two and a quarter hours later we are on our third, while chatting away to a Sunderland supporter born in Newcastle. He has been in Gozo since November, and intends to see out his years here.
I have intended to get round the Island and see what it had to offer, but feel unable to leave Sandy to his own devises, so Gozo will keep for another day.
The ferry return is fine, I look forward to going again if it’s this calm. Back at the hotel it’s the last rays of sunshine by the pool, then another session of bingo. This has to stop, I win no money but in the free draw at the end I win a packet of pompadom crisps. Now that sounds great except M&S won them two days ago and have given them back, I make it clear there is no way I will be second-hand Rose. I swap them for a packet of custard creams and then donate them to the tea and biscuits session the next day. Monica tells me I might be unlucky at bingo but I’m full of charm, this woman knows what she’s talking about.
Dinner time I choose the chicken in honey and mustard sauce, every one else raves about the battered cod, am I ever going to make the right choice? This is followed by a rather boring evening in the lounge, I soon retire to my room, and more fruitless attempts to connect with people via the internet, then Baileys and bed.
We walk to the bus terminus, M&S decide to go off to see a part of the Island they visited many years ago, will meet back here in two and one half hours, that now leaves me with Sandy, who as I’ve said is not in the best of health suffering from terminal cancer, on top of that the poor guy, who is always cheerful, broke his femur not too long ago and is forced to use a stick, this has impeded his ability to make due progress.
We walk down a few streets looking for the Citadel we find a place we think we are looking for are not impressed and move on (we were wrong I shall find it on my return). We do see an open backed lorry with vegetables on it the biggest cauliflower I have ever seen they are massive, I wonder if there’s a nuclear reactor near by. It is not too long before he needs to sit down for a rest, and he fancies a drink, so we find a bar and get ourselves a pint. Two and a quarter hours later we are on our third, while chatting away to a Sunderland supporter born in Newcastle. He has been in Gozo since November, and intends to see out his years here.
I have intended to get round the Island and see what it had to offer, but feel unable to leave Sandy to his own devises, so Gozo will keep for another day.
The ferry return is fine, I look forward to going again if it’s this calm. Back at the hotel it’s the last rays of sunshine by the pool, then another session of bingo. This has to stop, I win no money but in the free draw at the end I win a packet of pompadom crisps. Now that sounds great except M&S won them two days ago and have given them back, I make it clear there is no way I will be second-hand Rose. I swap them for a packet of custard creams and then donate them to the tea and biscuits session the next day. Monica tells me I might be unlucky at bingo but I’m full of charm, this woman knows what she’s talking about.
Dinner time I choose the chicken in honey and mustard sauce, every one else raves about the battered cod, am I ever going to make the right choice? This is followed by a rather boring evening in the lounge, I soon retire to my room, and more fruitless attempts to connect with people via the internet, then Baileys and bed.
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