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  • Writer's pictureJeremy Brown

Exploring Malta: Two-Wheels through a Mediterranean Paradise

As the morning sun filtered through the thick shutters of our room, the distant sounds of horns and bustling streets drifted upward like the warm embrace of a summer day. Stepping through the French doors onto the veranda, the sun hung low in the sky, casting a golden glow over the awakening city. The channel below teemed with ships and boats, moving with purpose from shore to shore. The sky, a brilliant shade of blue, held the promise of a day filled with wonders.

The previous night's dinner had set the course for today's journey—a venture across the island to a smaller, more secluded paradise. Known for its pristine beaches, dramatic cliffs, and charming villages, this island beckoned with the allure of the Mediterranean.

Navigating familiar paths, we traversed the rolling farmland and quaint villages, passing by iconic red phone booths that stood as silent sentinels of time. As the landscape narrowed, signs heralded our arrival at Paradise Point, where the azure sea crashed against golden sands. In the distance, a crimson tower stood sentinel, evoking tales of intrigue from the pages of the Count of Monte Cristo.

Approaching the bustling ferry terminal, we were ushered to the front of the line, our scooters buzzing with anticipation. Soon, the behemoth of an iron vessel loomed before us, its bow opening like the jaws of a great steel beast. With a sense of adventure and a touch of trepidation, we rode onto the waiting ferry, ready to embark on the next leg of our journey.

Parking our scooters to the side, we ascended to the deck, taking in the panoramic views of Malta as the ferry glided across the shimmering waters. It felt as though we had stumbled upon a hidden treasure, our passage secured without cost. Banter about our 'wanted' status in Malta's most daring escapades filled the air, adding a dash of excitement to our journey.

As we disembarked on the smaller island, a sense of liberation washed over us. The marina, with its crystalline waters and picturesque surroundings, greeted us like an old friend. Every twist and turn of the road revealed new wonders, from rugged cliffs to inviting beaches adorned with wooden boardwalks and vibrant umbrellas.

After a leisurely hour spent by the sea, we reluctantly tore ourselves away, eager to explore more of the island's charms. With the wind in our hair and the sun on our backs, we traced the coastline, reveling in the rhythmic hum of our scooters and the ever-changing vistas before us.

Our journey culminated at Hondoq ir-Rummien, a secluded inlet framed by rocky cliffs and powdery white sands. As we descended to the beach, the aroma of fresh seafood wafted from a nearby cafe, blending seamlessly with the sound of crashing waves and joyful laughter.

With the sun sinking low on the horizon, we reluctantly bid farewell to paradise, retracing our path back to the bustling city. As we waited in line for the return ferry, the reality of our adventure set in, accompanied by the bittersweet knowledge that all good things must come to an end.

Yet, as the ferry carried us back across the azure waters, I couldn't help but feel a sense of gratitude for the journey we had undertaken. Malta, with its rich history and captivating beauty, had left an indelible mark on my soul—a reminder that true adventure lies not only in the destination, but in the journey itself.

Thank you for reading our adventures, I apologize for the gab in story telling I have been busy with other projects but I promise to get back here and share some more. Thank you for reading.

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