BE Quiz – Gozo, 4 August
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Trials and tribulations of moving to Malta
“Where does the story start? Maybe the beginning should be the reason for wanting to leave one’s country of residence for another. So that’s as good a place to start as any.” Reasons for moving to Malta from the point of view of a British expat living somewhere in the Spanish-speaking tropics…
Big Bough’s drive from the UK to Gozo: Part Two
“We needed to be in Pozzallo to book our ferry tickets to Valletta by 09:00 Monday morning. We also had to find a vet in Pozzallo to get the dogs’ tick and worming treatments done and certify them to allow them into Malta. The treatments have to be given not less than 24 hours and not more than 48 hours before entry. So we had a bit of a timescale here as the ferry in Pozzallo only runs on Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays.” Carol, Barry and the dogs approach journey’s end.
Big Bough’s drive from the UK to Gozo
“The last time we drove through Europe we took the scenic route, but as this time we have our dogs with us we have taken the toll roads for speed. Today the toll charges came to €41.30. Bit pricey, but what you lose in cost you do make up in time.” Carol, Barry and the dogs set off from Hertfordshire on the first half of their journey to Gozo.
Stroppy Knickers’ Progress: Part Two
“It’s here! It’s here! It’s in Maltese waters, anyway! Our container ship has been sat sitting outside the harbour since Saturday, waiting for a berth. It’s got my kitchen and knickers on it.. and it’s there, right bloody there! And I can’t have it!” In Part Two of her journal, Stroppy Knickers’ possessions are tantalisingly close to catching up with her…
Stroppy Knickers’ Progress: Part One
“We spent the rest of the evening discussing how best to drop the absent plumber in boiling oil, and cheerfully blew up the airbeds in preparation for a very long night trying to pee quietly in a bucket and periodically whispering obscenities in the general direction of anyone unfortunate enough to be a bloody plumber.” Part One of Stroppy Knickers’ journal of her move to Malta.