|yeah... the only picture I took in Malta that wasn't of my girlfriend...|
I'd been warned before that if you travel with anything less than snail speed, you'll run out of things do do and see that are not lying on the beach of diving with 3 days. Luckily, we managed to spend a lot of time in Malta waiting for buses (which exist, but pretty much all only depart hourly, and if you have to change, be prepared to wait for almost an hour for the next bus), so we somehow did manage to fill those days (we also slept about 12 hrs each day).
There are some expressive archeological sights, and I can't deny that the architecture of Maltese cities is amazing. People were amazingly friendly and helpful, and although it is a touristy little island, there was no moment that I felt that we were being ripped off or that it was overrun by tourists.
The Maltese seem to love love love their cars - you barely see anyone in the streets, no matter what time of day, but the roads are always crammed with inconsiderate drivers. This made one of favourite activites, walking, extremely difficult - it seems like a lot of the time nobody even considered the fact that someone might want to walk along a road instead of drive the mini distance that is takes to get anywhere in Malta.
I guess the appeal of travel in the Mediterranean is the slow life, nature and beaches - in short, all the things that drive me up the walls very quickly. I've never been so happy to land back in London (which, ironically, had much better weather than Malta the entire time we were there), and have vowed to not travel to the European side of the Mediterranean any more, if I can avoid it.
It's made me think a lot about myself, though. For your average Western European girl, I think I am fairly anti-consumerist and un-superficial, and by no means am I a "shopping girl". However, the lack of anything to do in Malta that does not include sitting around, the little choice even of grocery stores and form of entertainment that is not drinking lots of wine, eating lots of food and clubbing made me antsy.
Is there a region that just gives you a "meh" feeling, no matter how many times and different approaches you attempt to enjoy it?