Goza is a beautiful place. When you picture the Mediterranean, I think that Goza is what immediately comes to mind. Open expanses, white stone houses, blue waters. It's all here. But the thing that has stuck with me the most is religion. To say that it is teen seriously here is an understatement. Everywhere you looked were churches, idols, statues of religious figures. Even the houses were names after saints or other religious figures. it is the first place I have been were I have seen hordes of priests busily knocking on doors to call the population to church. I has to be said that it does seem like an extraordinarily trusting place. I know people at home that still leave the door unlocked, but I was astonished to see houses in Goza with small hooks outside, from each dangling a house key. In an age where most of us barely talk to our neighbours that kind of trust is amazing. We headed to a natural rock bridge known as the azure window, and watch the sun setting alongside it. by this point the wind had dropped considerably but despite this most of the group had headed for the warmth of the mini-van. Only myself and a young Russia man named Liv stayed out to watch the sunset. The two of us clambering over rocks to get a better view of the 'window', much to the concern of Dane who I'm sure didn't want the paperwork if the two of us got swept away by a wave.
Liv is a photographer specialising in macros of flowers, and I'll admit as soon as I saw his camera, I struck up a conversation with him. It does seem like I'm getting much better at this whole talking to strangers lark. yesterday, I was even approaching people in the street and taking their photos. Some even engaged like an old man sat on a bench outside a church. He sat there with his legs wide open, revealing a broken fly (I'm not sure he realised), and was playing with a manly cat by throwing it a piece of string. When he saw he was being photographed he broke out into a big smile and tried to encourage the cat into more tricks.
The evening ended with a meal in the village of Xlandri, looking out over the sea as the last of the light faded. The others went further into the village to look around, but I decided to find a small bar Dane mentioned which was next to the bay. I found it and bought a pint, and sat down to watch the sea. I then spotted that Dane was sitting not to far away nursing a coffee, so I joined him and had a really great conversation about travel and island living. Dane then told me that he was a photographer himself and had a recently published a book of panoramas together with his son! That led to a really geeky conversation about ethics in photography, photoshop and the like. Eventually it was time to return home, and we made the return journey back to Malta. For some reason I assumed that we'd be dropped off in reverse order to the one we were picked up in. This meant I was half asleep when we pulled up outside a hotel, and cars were honking loudly all around. "I feel sorry for whichever poor sods staying there" Was my exact thought. Closely followed by the sinking realisation that it was my hotel. Oh well. I've done nothing but read and swim today.. I'm going to go for a wonder now to find a restaurant. The tomorrow I head to Mdina the medieval capital of Malta. Sent from my iPad