|After breakfast we set off to catch the bus to the northern most tip of Malta to catch the ferry to the sister island of Gozo. The bus takes us up the eastern side of Malta so acts a a semi island tour.
We arrive at the ferry in good time and climb on board. It is a bit like the Severn bridge to Wales in that you get one way free and then pay a return fare the other way. A good sail across the divide, we disembark and catch a bus to the capital of the island, Victoria (so named when she celebrated her golden anniversary on the throne). We had read that the streets are narrower here (certainly were) and there was a curious part of the journey as follows. The bus went down one such narrow street to a dead end with three houses driveways at the end. The driver than proceeded to do a three point turn! Whilst doing this I noticed there was indeed a bus stop there. He then proceeded to travel back up the street - it transpired that the route needed a left hand turn which the bus could not do so needed this manoeuvre to overcome it!
Anyway, arrive in Victoria and we make our way to the citadel within the city. This was not dissimilar to Mdina but was smaller. It had the customary cathedral which again was superb, but again smaller (see pics). We tour the other buildings within the walls and then take a climb up to the top of the bastions where you could take around the walls - the views were quite spectacular. After we had completed our tour we had some light refreshments in a small bistro housed in one of the original terraces in the citadel. We make our way back to the ferry via bus again, and cross back to Malta.
When we arrive there was an expected rush back to the bus terminus, but with no waiting buses yet. What issues can only be described as a mass with absolutely no order. When a bus finally comes to pick up passengers there is a massive charge by all who want it. Thankfully most of the mass had gone before ours was due. However, our scheduled time came and went - no bus, and what we could see was the next ferry docking. Our hearts sank thinking we would be in the next mass charge for a bus. Another bus approached - not our route or number, but no, wait, as it got to the top of the bus stand where we were the destination and number changed to ours, hooray!! We were right to the doors and we got the pick of the seats. The driver, who I can only think was behind schedule then drove back like an F1 driver - a true maniac.
Tonight we ate at a promenade bistro (Compass Lounge) near to the hotel and really had a super meal, returning to our hotel for one last drink before bed.