Oktoberfest 2010 - Munich, Germany - Part 2

Sunday (continued)

Even by early afternoon, the Lowenbrau beer tent was going off. There were loads of people dancing on tables, there were two guys dressed as 1980s wrestlers Hulk Hogan and The Ultimate Warrior who had a fake wrestling match right next to our table, there was a rather excitable woman who cackled like a witch but who burped like Barney from The Simpsons and managed to get the entire beer tent chanting "We will rock you" and there was a woman who must have been in her 60s down the end of our table who stood up and skulled half a stein before leaving with the rest of her family. It was seriously awesome.

After the first stein it was plain sailing and we were away again. We happened to have a family from Sweden sitting next to us at our table and we were super impressed at how much fun they were having. The dad was all decked out in proper lederhosen and the mum joined in the skulling of steins too. Amazing. There was also plenty of opportunity to buy crazy hats and accessories in the beer tents. Jono bought a lovely green wizard hat and Kate went for the more sophisticated red hat you will see in the photos below. Kristen had her hair plaited by the hair-plaiting lady and we nearly bought Megan a Lowenbrau lion hat while she was at the toilets - luckily we didn't, as she thought it looked like roadkill.

We were told that we had to leave by 5pm, as a whole new crowd had reserved tables from 5pm onwards for the evening session. We were just finishing off our beers when suddenly the security crew were brought in to evict us (at about 4.55pm). The Swedes were just as confused as we were. The tough-looking security crew all had black berets on their heads, except one who had a red beret. Megan and Tim started belting out "Raspberry Beret", but after a few lines, it was evident that he was not amused, so we stopped and moved along. It took us a while to get out of the Lowenbrau beer tent, as we kept stopping to chat to merry strangers. Everyone was so friendly.

Back outside we decided to have a go on some rides. We thought the dodgems were a good safe place to start and they were a lot of fun! Only Jono was brave enough to get on the roller coaster with a few steins of beer rolling around in his belly. Tim discovered a really fun game, where you got given a few green rubber frogs and you had to place them on a tray one at a time and then whack the lever with a hammer so that the frogs were catapulted towards the big pond in the centre. If your frog landed in one of the moving lily-pad bowls in the pond, then you won a prize. Tim got a frog into a bowl and won a very tacky red love heart, that Megan is so proudly showing off in the photo below. Later in the night Kristen gave it away to some young German lad! Kate and Jono also got a frog in the bowl and they won a small "Scrappy Doo" dog with aggressive teeth. Jono was more intent on swinging his catapult around and aiming his frogs across to the side, where the rest of us were watching from. Hours of fun.

Next we moved on to the action-packed ferris wheel. We were told off in the queue because Jono's dog was barking too much at the people in front of us. The ferris wheel was value for money - we must have gone around at least five times. Woah! There were spectacular views of the Oktoberfest grounds all lit up beautifully (see below). Jono and Tim were talked out of riding on the log flume, as apparently we would have got soaked and this would have been a bad thing.

Our last stop of the day was at the Schottenhamel beer tent. We just tried our luck in case there was any room, but it looked to be bursting at the seams. However, we managed to find a very small space at the end of someone's table where we could just squeeze in. Within half an hour the rest of the people at the table left for the night (locals who had work the next morning!) so we had the whole table to ourselves. We ordered some roasted half chickens to go with our steins and we devoured these like wild animals. Delicious.

There was plenty of dancing on tables going on in the Schottenhamel tent and we even learned a new Bavarian beer drinking song. We are not sure what it is called but it has some pretty cool actions and a lot of "La la la la la". If you ask nicely, we might teach it to you one day. We lost Jono temporarily - he wandered off to the toilets and couldn't find his way back. But he eventually showed up about an hour later, having acquired a lovely pink scarf. Sunday was just a perfect day - we all had so much fun, met some brilliant people, drank a lot of beer and ate some awesome food. It is quite possibly on the short list for the greatest day ever.

Monday

Two days of beer festival is never enough, so luckily we had arranged to stay for the Monday too. We had actually reserved a table for the day at the Hofbrau beer tent. We met near the Oktoberfest grounds and we were all in better shape than we had been on the Sunday morning. We had originally expected to have eight people in our tour party, so reserving the table, which holds 10 people, was a great idea. In the end a few people pulled out and we were left with five soldiers, which meant that we had plenty of vouchers for food and drink to get through! We had vouchers for 20 steins of beer, 10 half chickens and €75 worth of vouchers to spend on any food and drink of our choice...for five people!

The Hofbrau tent was great - it was decorated with quite a lot of greenery and a massive inflatable beer angel hanging from the roof in the centre. The band was in fine form once again. There were a lot of salespeople wandering around the tent again. Kristen joined the hat brigade with a dashing Michael Jackson Billie Jean style hat - which prompted some awesome moonwalking from Jono. We also each bought a beer mug (with a photo of us copied on the side of it) from a young lady who claimed she was an astro-physicist! We declined to buy a gherkin from the gherkin salesman (photo below). Aside from not liking gherkins, the wise words of "Never trust a man with a pony" were ringing in our heads!

We managed to get through all 20 steins and about 7-8 of the roasted half-chickens and Tim craftily sold some of the food and drink vouchers to a couple of drunken Kiwi girls (from Christchurch) we met. They got a good deal and we got some cash for something that was fast becoming worthless to us. Once again we met loads of really nice people from all over the world, including an Irish guy who had spotted Tim's Thundercats T-shirt and just had to show us his mobile with the Thundercats theme song as his ring tone. Very nice.

We had to leave the beer tent around 5pm to ensure that we had enough time to get back to our hotels to collect our luggage and then get out to the airport for our 9.15pm flight. This perhaps did not go as smoothly as it could have. Having destroyed 20 steins in five hours, we were a little on the drunken side. Jono had gone missing again, so Kate stayed at the beer tent looking for him. Meanwhile, Tim was easily distracted on the way out of the festival grounds - stopping to buy some hot roasted nuts, chasing after a guy who ran past us to see where he was running, and starring in a Korean's man home video by dancing a merry jig.

We managed to get to the airport on time, however, Jono and Kate missed the flight and caught a later flight back to London. Aside from that slight hiccup, we all had an amazing weekend. Any blog fans with an opportunity to visit Oktoberfest in the future, do it. It is just the best fun you will ever have.






Very nice













Megs and
Swedish
girl











Jono and
Tim












Thirsty
Lowenbrau
lion
















Fun in the
dodgems












Wheat
beer and
hot chips





























Tim hitting
frog catapults


















And Megs
with the
prize
















So many
rides!!









View of
Okto-
berfest
grounds
from
ferris
wheel

Schotten-

hamel tent

Jono with his
new pink scarf

One of

the roller

coasters

The happiest
place in the

world

Jono and
Kate -

awesome
lederhosen

Beer and
Bear

First stein
of the day

The astro-
physicist
beer mug
seller

The
crew

Hofbrau
tent

The pony
gherkin
salesman

Oktoberfest 2010 - Munich, Germany - Part 1

Saturday

As 2010 marks our fourth year in Europe, we decided it was about time we visited the most fantastic festival in the world - Oktoberfest! Oktoberfest is a world famous beer festival, which runs for 16-18 days every year in the Bavarian city of Munich, Germany, running from late September to the first weekend in October. It is the world's largest fair, with some 6.5 million people attending every year. This year was an extra special celebration, as it was the 200th anniversary of the original Oktoberfest.

The Oktoberfest tradition started in 1810 to celebrate the marriage of Bavarian Crown Prince Ludwig to the Saxon-Hildburghausen Princess Therese on 12 October. The citizens of Munich were invited to join in the festivities which were held over five days on the fields in front of the city gates. The main event of the original Oktoberfest was a horse race. Anniversary celebrations were held annually thereafter that eventually became larger and more elaborate. In 1818, a carousel and two swings were set up for the revellers. By the 1870s, mechanical rides were an expanding feature of the festival and in 1908, the festival boasted Germany's first roller coaster. When the city began allowing beer on the fairgrounds, makeshift beer stands began cropping up, and their number increased steadily until they were eventually replaced by beer halls in 1896. The beer halls, like the beer tents of today, were sponsored by the local breweries.

Visitors consume large quantities of food, most of which consists of traditional hearty fare. Readily available all over the fairgrounds are chickens grilled on a spit and typically sold in halves. Other popular dishes include grilled pork knuckles (possibly the finest food in the world), steamed white veal sausages, potato dumplings, sauerkraut, pretzels and charcoal-fired fish-on-a-stick (Steckerlfisch). Each year around 7 million litres of beer, 85,000 litres of wine, 548,000 chickens and 59,000 pork knuckles are consumed at the Oktoberfest grounds. There are 14 massive beer tents in the festival grounds, seating in total over 100,000 people (more than 7,000 each on average)!

Kristen, Megan and Tim were up super early on Saturday to fly to Munich, where we met up with Kate and Jono, who had arrived the previous night. The five of us grabbed some lunch at a huge pub in the centre of Munich. It was very cold on Saturday, so hot soup, warm apple strudel and pork were all excellent choices. We also had our first beer (of many) over lunch!

We spent the afternoon wandering around the city, checking out the main square (Marienplatz) and a large outdoor market. We were amazed at how many people were dressed up to celebrate Oktoberfest. Most local men were wearing the traditional lederhosen (leather shorts with braces) and many of the Bavarian women wore the traditional drindl costume. Oktoberfest is a hugely important festival in Bavarian culture. We decided that hats would be a good way to join the fun and on the way to the Hofbrau beer hall, Tim purchased a dashing grey hat, complete with an Oktoberfest beer mug and flashing fibre-optics on the side, as you will see below. Very nice.

We figured that the Oktoberfest grounds would be far too busy for us to join in the late afternoon on a Saturday, so we opted instead for the Hofbrau beer hall in the city, one of many permanent beer halls in Munich. It was also packed to the rafters and there was a massive scrum of people outside waiting to get in. They had a barricade and about 6-8 bouncers, letting small groups of people in at a time. We waited for around 20-30 minutes before we were allowed in and, even then, it was a mission to find a seat! But we finally settled in and got our hands on some huge 1-litre glass steins of Hofbrau. Delicious.

The beer hall must have held a couple of thousand people. The Bavarian oompah band made for a great atmosphere - they played all sorts of music, but they would play the popular Bavarian drinking song "Ein Prosit" every 10 minutes or so, at which point most people in the beer hall would jump up on their benches and swing their steins wildly from side to side, doing their best to sing along, and then clunk them together with everyone else at their table. The clunking of the steins is supposed to be done very hard - the glass is thick and usually doesn't break!!

German beer, whilst delicious and very easy to drink, is also rather strong, up around the 6% mark, and after a few hours of merriment in the beer hall, we were pretty boozed, some of us more than others. We were being served by a German waiter who looked a lot like Paul McCartney (see photo below). Tim informed him of this and he was not pleased. He said he did not like being compared to an Englishman!

It was decided that food was a fine idea. Tim tried a pork knuckle and it was amazing - a big, meaty drumstick of pork...very tricky to eat with a knife and fork - it just spins around wildly on the plate. Best to pick it up in your hands and go nuts on it. By this stage Jono was a little under the weather and his stein had been confiscated. This did not stop him from swinging an imaginary stein about every time the band played "Ein Prosit".

Megan very wisely ejected Tim from the game at around 11.30pm (after six hours in the beer hall) and the two of us staggered back to our hotel in the rain. The rest of the gang carried on and then went for more punishment in Kate and Jono's hotel bar, eventually calling it a night around 2am. Animal! Kristen took over an hour to get home to her hotel, as she couldn't remember the name or location of her hotel and the German taxi drivers had trouble understanding her words.

Sunday

The plan had been to meet at the Oktoberfest grounds fairly early on Sunday - maybe around 9am. When Tim woke up at 9.30am, still fully clothed on top of the bed and wondering why we were no longer in the beer hall, the plans had to be changed slightly. All five of us were feeling extremely rough. Megan and Tim had a delicious and much needed breakfast in the hotel and then met up with Kristen and arrived at Oktoberfest around 11.30am. Kate and Jono joined us a few hours later! We had a lot of fun piecing the previous evening together and sharing hilarious stories.

We had not realised how huge the Oktoberfest grounds were - there were literally hundreds of different amusement park rides and games, as well as the hundreds of food stalls and the 14 enormous beer tents. We walked around for an hour or more checking out the rides and stalls, but our stomachs refused to let us partake in any of the action! Then we popped our head inside a few of the beer tents and gradually warmed to the idea of hopping back on the horse. We were particularly impressed with the Hippodrom! The tents are all enormous and, of course, they were all packed to the rafters. Even at 12.30ish there were crazily drunk people doing insane things. After snacking on some roasted nuts and other deliciousness, we were ready to fight our way through that rough first stein. We found a spot in the Lowenbrau tent and settled in for an afternoon of shenanigans...

To be continued






Neues
Rathaus
(New Town
Hall)

Marien-
platz













Tim in dashing
new hat with a
Munich postcard















A stein of
delicious
Hofbrau

















Kristen
and Kate
in Hofbrau
beer hall









Very
exciting













Ein
Prosit











A hatted
Megs












"Paul
McCart-
ney"
and Jono

Kate and
Jono

Oktoberfest
Paulaner tower

The
Lowenbrau
Lion

Very
popular
ginger-

bread
heart
necklaces

Hofbrau
kegs

Hippo-
drom
beer tent

Inside the
Hippo-
drom

Malta

Friday

On Friday night (27 August) we made our way out to Heathrow and met up with the rest of our travel crew to fly to Malta for the long weekend. We were most unimpressed with the poor selection of food on offer in Terminal 4 - the three restaurants there all had queues of people lining up out the door, despite there being loads of empty seats inside and numerous staff sitting on their thumbs. Typical customer service around these parts! We just avoided a Force 5 Tantrum from Tim, by finding a pretty average sandwich and coke combo at Boots - better than nothing.

Our flight to Malta was pretty painless - it actually left on time and arrived early!!! We got in to Malta about 12.45am local time and we were super impressed with their awesome airport. Our pre-booked airport transfer took the eight of us across the small island nation to the Riviera Resort and Spa hotel in Mellieha Bay, in the north-west corner of Malta. The shuttle ride took around 45 minutes. It was a balmy 26 degrees, not too bad for 1.00 in the morning! We were all pretty knackered and after checking in to the hotel, we were all out like a light.

Saturday

The Republic of Malta is a southern European country consisting of three islands (Malta, Gozo and Comino) situated in the Mediterranean Sea, 93 km south of Sicily and 288 km east of Tunisia. Malta covers just over 300 km² in land area, making it one of Europe's smallest and most densely populated countries. Its capital is Valletta. The population of Malta is approximately 410,000, most of whom live on the largest island of Malta, with only about 40,000 on the second island of Gozo and almost none on the tiny island of Comino. Maltese and English are the co-official languages.

Throughout history, Malta's location has given it great strategic importance, and a sequence of powers including the Phoenicians, Greeks, Romans, Fatimids, Sicilians, Knights of St John, French and British have all ruled the islands. There are remnants from all of these peoples that remain in Malta today, making it a country of fantastic architecture, archaeological treasures, amazing food and wine, languages, passtimes and interests. Malta gained independence from the United Kingdom in 1964 and became a republic in 1974, whilst retaining membership in the Commonwealth. It is a member of the United Nations (since 1964) and a member of the European Union (since 2004).

The Riviera Resort and Spa in Mellieha Bay is a solid hotel in a good location on the island of Malta. It is close to Mellieha Bay, Malta's most popular sandy beach, and it is also situated right next to the ferry terminal to both Comino and Gozo (we say "ferry terminal" meaning a slab of concrete next to the sea, where a small boat pulls up and people leap on to it). The hotel has a restaurant and a bistro, a bar complete with cheesy live bands and old people dancing in the evenings, two outdoor swimming pools with a pool-side bar, an indoor swimming pool and spa complex, cafeteria, lobby shop, etc etc. It's a pretty good set-up.

We were greeted with amazing blue sky and sunshine when we woke on Saturday morning. The forecast high for the day was 34 degrees, but it felt like it got hotter than that. We met the others down in the breakfast hall and enjoyed an "interesting" buffet breakfast. The scrambled eggs were surprisingly white and tasteless and the delicious-looking chocolate fudge-type thing was neither delicious nor chocolatey. A very mean tricksy.

After breakfast, the girls visited the on-site spa complex and booked in for facials for Monday morning, which they were very excited about. The spa offered a "gentlemens facial" for just €25, but Jono and Tim declined... The aims of the trip were sun and relaxation - what had been a great summer had pretty much disappeared in London in mid-August, so this was a last chance to see the sun for about another 8 months. It was also a quasi-30th birthday celebration for all of us (we pretty much all turn 30 at some point this year). So the plan for Saturday was to catch some sun by the two outdoor pools at the hotel.

The heat from the sun was pretty intense and some of us got a little colour on our pastey white skin in no time. The pool was surprisingly warm considering it was outdoors, but it was still a brilliant way to cool off from the sun. A few of us decided that once it ticked over 12pm, we had earned a beer. The pool-side bar came in particularly handy.

At around 2pm, we headed down to the hotel bistro for lunch. We were on a half-board deal at the hotel (breakfast and dinner included), and the hotel had very kindly exchanged the dinner that we had missed on Friday night (due to arriving so late) for a lunch voucher for the bistro. So we cashed these in and paid the extra for a superb lunch - mainly of pizza, pasta and salads (and a sneaky few bottles of wine amongst the group). It was so relaxing taking a long lunch in the afternoon sun, with a view out to sea.

After lunch, we returned to the pool-side lazing in the sun that we had done in the morning. One or two drifted off to their hotel rooms for an afternoon nap, a few more hung out in the pool and a few sheltered from the sun in the hotel lobby, watching live premiership football...a super relaxing afternoon!

Megan had booked us in for dinner at a brilliant restaurant called Bouquet Garni in the town of Mellieha, so we all got ourselves washed and changed and caught a taxi to Mellieha. Bouquet Garni was superb. It is mainly a seafood restaurant (Malta has great seafood), but it also has great steak, pasta, and other delights. The manager was awesome - he really knew his stuff and his service was excellent. He brought us out a large tray with all of the seafood of the day on it for us to inspect and choose what we wanted. It was so fresh. All of the food was delicious and we managed to get through a fair bit of wine!

We got a taxi back to the hotel after dinner and the soft folk retired to bed, while a few of us hardy souls visited the hotel bar and enjoyed a late night drink in the outdoor courtyard. We were entertained by stories of humans taking horse tranquilizers and also by the disco boat that appeared to be being "doughnuts" down by the ferry terminal with its flashing lights and boom-boom sounds dominating the otherwise peaceful night.

Sunday

Unsurprisingly, things were slow to get going on Sunday morning. Half of us made the breakfast hall before the 10am cut-off, while the rest had a little sleep-in. We gathered the troops in time to catch the 11am ferry to the small island of Comino.

Sunday was also scorching hot, but was windy too, which meant that the sea was very choppy. Our ferry was rather small - it had a capacity of about 20 people, all of whom got soaked every time a wave crashed into the side of the boat. We were comforted by the fact that there was a sign pointing below the deck to where the life jackets were (apparently) stored... In the actually quite likely event of our boat tipping over, we surely could all have swum beneath the deck of the capsized boat and fitted our life jackets before coming up for air...nice. The 40-minute boat ride to Comino was not particularly enjoyable. Tim sat next to Neena, who was seriously considering her options of the best direction to vomit in...luckily she held it in.

Comino is about 2km long and 1.5km wide. No-one really lives on the island, although there is a small hotel there. The ferry docked at the hotel and we walked for 10 minutes to the other side of the island, where its main attraction, the Blue Lagoon, is situated. The Blue Lagoon is a sheltered bay with the most beautiful, clear, turquoise-blue water you have ever seen.

Unfortunately, there are only two or three small patches of sandy beach, which tend to get very crowded! We got there just in time to secure some beach chairs. It was scorching hot at the Blue Lagoon, so we sheltered under some beach umbrellas for a while before emerging to take a dip in the beautiful warm sea water. It was so warm that even Tim jumped straight in! It was so enjoyable, even with the large group of teenage boys having wrestling matches in the water and shouting out en masse to "Mario", who may or may not have been walking down the path alongside the bay. Kinda funny.

A couple of hours at Comino in the intense heat was enough and we all caught the ferry back to Malta. The trip back was interesting as the seas were even rougher than they had been earlier in the day. The boat was seriously close to tipping over a few times - there were massive swells. No life jackets though.

Back at the hotel, it was more of the same - lying by the pool, sipping beer, swimming in the pool and much hilarity. We treated ourselves to buffet dinner in the hotel restaurant that night. The food was OK - fairly predictable for a hotel buffet meal. The sunshine and beer/wine had clearly taken effect, as there were some awesome calls coming out at dinner, most of which cannot be repeated on the blog, which prides itself in upholding a savory tone. But let it be noted that whilst a lot of jibber jabber came out of Tim's mouth during the night, he could only manage the bronze medal, as Jono nailed the most outrageous call of the night and Kate followed closely in second. Had to be there.

After dinner, we ventured into the Charley Noble's bar at the hotel, where a few older couples were dancing up a storm. Unfortunately one of the gentlemen had sweat pouring off him and he stunk of BO, which was seeping throughout the bar to the extent that we had to get our drinks and retire outside to the courtyard. There was no disco boat tonight, but it was another balmy, still night and we had a lot of fun.

Monday

On Monday, the girls took turns getting their facials in the hotel spa, while the rest of us lay by the pool, enjoying another cracking sunny day of 35 degrees. At midday, with facials done, the group split in two, with Kate, Jono, Alex and Kristen heading for the capital city of Valletta for some culture and Natalie, Neena, Megan and Tim opting to laze on the golden sand beach of Mellieha Bay and by the pool at the hotel instead.

Mellieha Bay is about 300m long and the water is not only warm and clean and clear, but it is very shallow for about 50m out to sea. The four of us hired some beach chairs and umbrellas and relaxed on the beach for a while, trying to ignore the mad old woman having a yelling match with the beach officials who had informed her that it was against the law for her to have her dog on a sandy beach. She did not like this news and protested long and hard with anyone in the vicinity. Eventually mad woman, unfortunate husband and confused dog departed and all was peaceful again.

There was an enormous floating adventure playfround in the sea about 100-120m offshore, with fun looking floaty play things. Tim and Neena decided to check it out, thinking "that doesn't look too far away, we can swim there". What we hadn't taken into account was that we had started from about 100m to the left of the playground, which made our swim a lot longer. Once we got to the point where the water suddenly got really deep and we could no longer touch the bottom, we were still a decent distance from the playground. Being no Michael Phelps, it was actually a lot harder than expected to swim all the way to the playground (note that Tim is renowned for being a land mammal). By the time we made it there, we (read Tim) were pretty knackered and were delighted to be able to sling ourselves over the massive floating bhouys that formed a perimeter around the playground, where we could catch our breath and have a rest. The swim was made harder by the slightly choppy water that kept smacking us in the face. Salt water is not delicious.

Sadly the guy running the playground had two lots of bad news for us - firstly he informed us that we could not play in his playground, as you need to buy a ticket on shore and then get a boat ride out to the playground to use the equipment (of course!) and secondly, he informed us that we were not allowed to hang on to his bhouys. This was bad news, as Tim felt like he was going to die after swimming the furthest he had ever swum before, purely to play on the magical floating playground. It was bullshit. Stupid playground. So we defied his orders to get off his bhouys, rested for a few minutes and then used our combined smartness to Pythagorise that swimming directly from playground to shore in a straight line was more sensible than swimming diagonally back to our spot on the beach. Obviously we made it in one piece, but were pretty upset about not being able to play on the giant floaty things. To appease our disappointment, we got ice creams.

When done at the beach, we caught the iconic yellow Maltese bus back to the hotel and played silly buggers in the pool before rounding up our gear and catching a cab to the airport. FYI - the airport in Malta is amazing and embarrasses Heathrow's Terminal 4. Aside from the vast selection of food and shops, there is a fantastic Playmobil shop (I'm sure most of you will remember Playmobil from your youth), with massive Playmobil figurines outside the shop (see photo below).

The flight back to London was OK, aside from the ever-present Mr Elbows sitting next to Tim. Our flight took us directly over Monaco and then Paris before crossing the English Channel and landing at London Gatwick. We got an amazing view over Paris and we even picked out the Eiffel Tower, all lit up next to the river! We also got great views of two islands in the English Channel - presumably Jersey and Guernsey - as we flew into Eng-a-land.

Country tally:
Megan: 41
Tim and Bear: 38





Hotel
pools -
view from
our balcony




Hotel pools







Lunch! Nat,
Kristen, Kate,
Tim, Alex, Neens,
Megs (and Jono is
camera-
man).




Gozo








Blue
Lagoon,
Comino






Blue
Lagoon -
our beach

Blue
Lagoon

Barren
Comino

Tiny bay,
Comino

Camera
tom-
foollery

Hotel pools
and sea

View from
hotel pool

Mellieha
Bay

Ditto

Mellieha

Megs on
Mellieha
Bay

Maltese
yellow bus

Mellieha
Bay

Giant Playmobil
man!!!

Tired but happy
at airport