Goodbye Malta.

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So what to do on your last day in Malta?

Well, if you’re me, we start out by showing the Hive to a prospective buyer.

They want to put in a drop ceiling and attempt to turn the place into a modern-looking gelateria and pancakery (aka creperie).

I have no words for this travesty.

Next, meet up with and say goodbye to Clint.

Then run a 5K as Johanna’s photographer. (Yo Hanna, you better win that best photo prize!)

Climb down a cliff and go for a swim in the Mediterranean.

In the very bay where St. Paul was shipwrecked.

Turn purple.

Run back to the flat, pull something in my frozen hamstring on the way, and shower.

Off to Valletta for an imqaret and some last-minute souvenirs.

Back to the Mad Hatter for the last supper with Team Happy.

Off to Zion for lots of reggae and even more second-hand smoke at their opening party.

Back to the Hive with Tom to talk about life and the future of the Hive.

Up to the flat with an hour left to pack.

Late for the taxi and off to the airport with bags of chaos.

Hang out with Karl and the girls who showed up at 5am to buy me coffee and send me off from the airport.

So nice of them!

Though I never should have left them alone with my bags in the month of April.

But that’s forĀ another story.

-D

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The is the view from my swim.
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This is where I swam.
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Aww… final goodbye at the airport.

 

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