dont have much time but I want to fit as much as I can.. I'm back in florence after a long ass travel day yesturday on two buses, a ferry, two more buses, a delayed flight and one more bus from Marsalforn on Gozo to Florence. last night I saw Richard and Jovi from Boston, they are here with architecture students for a month, we met at piccolo.. it was hilarious, I needed the laughter after being kinda alone in Gozo for three days, but I didnt need all the beer I drank.. I feel massive today.
I had gone to gozo after 4 nights on malta, everyone advised me that 3 nights is too much but lonely planet had given such romantic descriptions of it that made it seem like the ideal relaxing spot as the island it one third the size of malta with one tenth the population. there was a motive to stay one more night on malta and only go to gozo for two.. it was maltas biggest gay party happening in Rabat.. I would have normally camped out in anticipation, I mean its malta, men and gay.. right? Not really, I guess I was generally disappointed with the men, and most of the women are just scary. they get lost in the thousands of norther european tourists (who are so fucking dirty! leaving piles of trash everywhere!) and the few northafricans who have blended with the population.. a friend of mine brought my attention to inbreeding, aparently ultra orthodox catholics in malta means marrying into the family! well I notice a few funny looking people and one woman with a full beard. anyway, the better looking guys were clearly decendents of north africans ( I am not being biased, thats really what I saw) anyway, after one more night at Klozet with the crew I had met at Adams bar who all came down there and within 10 minutes took their shirts off, it was hilarious and slightly a sad sight. I then made the unusual desicion to keep to my original plan and miss the big all night gay party happening the following night. after a long day on the beach, which consisted of a giant flat rock where you sit reached by climbing up and down a steep sandy/rocky hill (the beaches here have been also slightly disappointing.. very small, not much sand and usually crowed with those hordes of blonds from frozen areas of europe. these beaches, although the water colour is beautiful, have nothing on the beaches in Egypt or Tunisia where miles of soft white sand give way to miles of turquize shallow waters) anyway, after the beach I went to catch the ferry to Gozo, missed the last bus and had to pay a steep 7 lira taxi ride (thats like fucking 22 bucks to go from midtown to downtown) I finally reached Marsalforn where I stayed for three nights.. oh my god holy family fuck me! so many families, so many kids and so much ice cream! no tourists only locals which is .. charming, but umm, fucking boring. I wasnt really in love but I thought I was doing something totally special since, well, how many people have been to a small town on tiny gozo for the weekend?
I spent my days in Gozo on the beach or hiking, I probably walked a total of close to 18-20 kilometers split into two different hiking adventures. the first day after seeing the mini city of victoria (the island's prime city) I wanted to go to the beach but the next bus was not for a while so a driver suggested I go to this other place on the coast and I agreed.. there was really nothing for me to do there since it was primarely for divers, so I started hiking east in the direction of the beach I wanted to go to. Now, there are no real roads, no marked paths and the landscape goes up and down with high cliffs along the coast that makes it difficut to know where I am.. It was a long and difficult hike, I felt like I was in the desert and that if I passed out from a sun stroke I would have probably laid their in my own skin and bones for the rest of Earth's existance. luckely after a couple of hours I thought I saw the village I wanted to go to in the distance but a great valley was between us so I would have had to go far inland to go around the valley.. along the way there was nothing, but kinda of a wasteland in some parts (maltese are terrible to the environment, I cant believe such a small country with such a tiny population can be so obusive to the land, as if they get paid to fuck it up!) the landscape here is very desert-like, its rocky, with no major vegitation, only the type of small plants that manage to grow out of the cracks inteh rock, and lots of lizards.. but after the fucking 4+ foot lizard I was living with in Ko Chang in Thailand, I was over prepared to deal with these tiny ones here. I also found a hourse. very cute, like a pony or something, I took his picture and moved on. well I never made it to my desired destination but I was headed in the direction of victoria so I kept going until I reached the main bus station and cought a bus back to Marsalforn and sunbathed on a rock there.
I had noticed this seemingly good looking probably north african guy on the beach. I later met him at night along the courniche with his Sudanese friend and his Tunisian friend, he was moroccan. they were pretty much drunk and the tunisian guy had gone for a swim in his underwear. maybe 10 minutes later the morrocan already asked me fo money so he can buy more beer.. it was awkward. they complained about how the maltese suck (and they kinda do) and how they hate tourists (however without tourist money they would seriously have nothing to eat) it is slightly true, especially on gozo which had a different feeling from Malta, the people were more family oriented and closed and didnt do much.. one cafe owner in valetta in malta said "they dont spend money, they only make money".. I wasnt alone when I met the three african guys, I was with Don, a South Korean also solo traveler staying at my guesthouse.. the drunk tunisian proceeded with typical asian jokes such as calling my new korean friend Chin Chung, Ping Pong! anyway we left.
I had tried the staple of Maltese food that night.. Rabbit! it was boney, but the meat tasted like a combination of beef and chicken..
before I forget, this is not a related topic.. on both ocassions I had a threesome on this trip, it was usually followed by a session of showing me pictures.. the couple in florence showed me pictures of their trip to brazil adn the couple of malta showed my studio pics with a million hairstyles.. I later learned that the maltese guy was a hair stylist.. its strange
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