OUR RED BUS TOOK US TO THE FIRST FISHING VILLAGE, MARESAXLOKK. IT WAS ANOTHER GLORIOUS DAY
WE HAD TIME TO EXPLORE THE QUAYSIDE BEFORE SETTING OFF
MARY AND HER COFFEE
LOVE THESE TRADITIONAL BOATS
ARE YOU READY?
ANOTHER STEEP HILL FOR HELEN
BILL'S DOING FINE
TAKE A BREATHER
MASSIVE GAS PLANT
WHICH WAY?
CONTAINER PORT
SALT POOLS
AFTER GOING THROUGH THE GATE RUTGER HAD TO TAKE A DIFFERENT PATH. ME BEING A CLEVER BUGGER SAW A SHORT CUT. IT TURNED OUT TO BE AN EXTRA 3 KM FOR ME TO FIND THE GROUP AGAIN
I FINALLY MET UP WITH THE GROUP AT ST. PETER POOL
EVERYONE HAD EATEN THEIR LUNCH WHILE WAITING FOR ME
MY, WHAT A PLACE TO SWIM
UP THE HILL TO WALK ALONG THE SCENIC CLIFFS
BEATS HIKING
MARY HORSING AROUND
I WAS KNACKERED AFTER MY EXTRA HIKING SO I TOOK A SHORT CUT INTO THE FISHING VILLAGE OF MARSASCALA
THE LINES IN DARK GREEN ARE THE RESULT OF MY SO CALLED SHORT-CUT! I WAS WANDERING AROUND AIMLESSLY
AT THE SAN TOMASO BAR & RESTAURANT I MET UP WITH HELEN, BILL & GERMAINE. THEY DID NOT HIKE AFTER ST. PETERS POOL OPTING TO RIDE WITH MEREL
EVERYONE LEFT EXCEPT THE FIVE OF US. WE HAD A PLEASANT DINNER PLUS A RIDE TO ST. JULIAN'S
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