The Maltese Silkroad: Triq iċ-Ċawsli (Mulberry Road)
When I look at the geography of traditional industries, which are based on agricultural commodities, I always remember the model of Johann Heinrich von Thünen, a land owner an economist, who developed a theory in which agricultural intensity generally decreases with distance to the market. This is the Thünen Ring Modell from 1842. Another phenomena it describes, is that with increasing logistic cost, the value ad of the products produced increases …
When I look at the geography of traditional industries, which are based on agricultural commodities, I always remember the model of Johann Heinrich von Thünen, a land owner an economist, who developed a theory in which agricultural intensity generally decreases with distance to the market. This is the Thünen Ring Modell from 1842. Another phenomena it describes, is that with increasing logistic cost, the value ad of the products produced increases. This means for example, that while you produce wool in proximity to a market, you need to knit socks when you are remote. Or while you produce milk and perishable goods close to the market, you need to make cheese in remote, first for preservation, but also to make it a feasible product. Some even say this is maybe the origin of the high value industries in Switzerland. And I was reminded of it when a former student of mine, Sebastian Lindstrom, started promoting the production of camel milk cheese in Somalia. Following this logic, and given the geographic location of the Maltese Islands, it immediately made sense to me, when I heard about the historic attempt to build up silk production in Malta.
The idea was put into action by Sir Moses Montefiore. A British-Jewish banker of immense wealth and influence, Montefiore was a man of his time – a Victorian visionary who believed in progress, industry, and the power of capital to transform societies. In 1826, through his “British, Irish and Colonial Silk Company,” he set his sights on Malta. The plan was audacious: to turn the sun-baked island into a producer of silk, that most luxurious of commodities.
The logic seemed sound, at least on paper. Malta’s climate, it was believed, would be even more favorable than Italy’s for the cultivation of mulberry trees, the sole food of the silkworm. The venture was launched with characteristic Victorian confidence. An incredible 110,000 mulberry saplings were imported, and over 62,000 were planted, many of them along this very stretch of road in Żejtun. By 1830, the company employed nearly 300 local silk reelers. For a brief moment, it must have seemed like the future was shimmering, spun from delicate thread.
But the dream unravelled as quickly as it had been conceived. The project was a catastrophic failure. The reasons, in retrospect, are painfully obvious. The company’s managers, for all their financial acumen, lacked the deep, specific knowledge of sericulture. More fundamentally, they had misread the land itself. Malta’s soil is notoriously shallow, and the young mulberry trees, though they grew, could not provide the lush, abundant foliage required to sustain a viable silkworm population. The entire enterprise collapsed, leaving behind a legacy of debt and disappointment. The colonial government was left with an unpaid rent bill of over 15,000 pounds, a long line of useless trees.
And so, the road remains. Triq iċ-Ċawsli. A name that has outlived the industry it was meant to serve. Driving along it today, you can see the irony. The road was recently reconstructed, a multi-million Euro project to accommodate the relentless demands of modern traffic. In the process, some of the original, now-sickly mulberry trees were felled. They were replaced, of course, with new saplings, a gesture towards preserving the historical character of the place. But it feels like an echo of the original folly – planting trees in a place that has already proven it cannot sustain them.
Moving since 3 years
I am maintaining a journal in the format of noting down the days in a tabular way, having always the same day on one page, just for the current year. Like this, I see what happened exactly that day the years before. Such has a capacity of 5 years. There are also versions with 10 years, but then the daily space for writing gets quite compressed. This is a very nice way of keeping a journal. Now I realized that exactly a year ago, I packed a “Movecube” which is an OSB box available in different sizes …
I am maintaining a journal in the format of noting down the events of the days in a tabular way, having always the same day on one page, just for the current year. Like this, I see what happened exactly that day the years before. Such has a capacity of 5 years. There are also versions with 10 years, but then the daily space for writing gets quite compressed. This is a very nice way of keeping a journal. Now I realized that exactly a year ago, I packed a “Movecube” which is an OSB box available in different sizes offered by the Seven Seas Worldwide shipping company. They are very well and transparently priced, and all worked very reliably. They obviously don’t have all locations in their programme, but Wiesbaden-Toronto was available. Wiesbaden-Malta wasn’t. So this required moving thing into a local storage and then shipping by sea freight. I used Transpak Malta for that and again I was very lucky that all went very well and reliable. These things just arrived last week. All this building, moving, packing started actually in March 2023, now lasting the third year, when I started building a cabin. I called my blogpost back then “The last dirty mile is really dirty”. It stayed that way. Also unloading the houseboat. Over time, I asked for more help. But still, it’s tough. On the other hand, you have a built in gym in your life by design.
I am happy to wind all this down now. Most things are kind of in the place they should be, in a global network of accommodations, spanning over continents. Even this sounds exciting, getting there is actually a very inefficient period of life. Sure, you can go everywhere with hand luggage. But you have 3 washing machines, 4 wardrobes, multiple vehicles, all needing to be maintained. But of course, once all is set up, it is a very interesting way to see the world.
With all the moving, one of the most annoying things was to get out of Germany, when it comes to administration. I don’t think, they try to make it difficult to leave the country. They just make it difficult for everybody. And because when you emigrate there are so many admin touchpoints in a short period of time, that it really it really appears absurd sometimes. But now also this comes to an end. This time, I did not have Frankfurt airport as a touch point on the way from Tallinn to Malta, but flew through the Netherlands. It is so much better to stay away from the chaos of Frankfurt and all these grumpy people. Germany kaput! Heading back to Toronto through Warsaw, with a little stop over in town.
The Bay of Broken Promises
On December 2nd and 3rd 1989 Michael Gorbatchev and George H.W. Bush met on the Soviet ship TS Maksim Gorkiy south of Malta, mooring in the Bay of Marsaxlokk. The sea was choppy, which brought the meeting the name “Seasickness Summit”. It is often described as one of the most important summits since the Yalta Conference in 1945, …
On December 2nd and 3rd 1989 Michael Gorbatchev and George H.W. Bush met on the Soviet ship TS Maksim Gorkiy South of Malta, mooring in the Bay of Marsaxlokk. The sea was choppy, which brought the meeting the name “Seasickness Summit”. It is often described as one of the most important summits since the Yalta Conference in 1945, as it marked the end of the Cold War, just about a month after the fall of the Berlin Wall. There was no treaty signed, but a core message by Gorbatchev was: “[…] The world is leaving one epoch and entering another. We are at the beginning of a long road to a lasting, peaceful era. The threat of force, mistrust, psychological and ideological struggle should all be things of the past […]”. Bush’s response was: “[…] We can realize a lasting peace and transform the East-West relationship to one of enduring co-operation. That is the future that Chairman Gorbachev and I began right here in Malta.”
The rest of the story we all know, with different interpretations. The TS Maksim Gorkiy had a dramatic story in the same year, when it hit ice near Norway and began sinking quickly. The Norwegian ship Senja took on 700 people from the ship and managed to stop it from further sinking. More were rescued by helicopter from life boats and ice. Perhaps that was a bad omen for the Malta Summit. Or a good one, given that the ship was rescued, repaired and put back to service. History will tell.
Marsaxlokk Bay, or also Kalafrana Bay in Birżebbuġa, is framed by the power plant with its LPG tanker to the East and the Freeport to the West. But it is still a very pretty area with its turquoise waters and the traditional fishing boats. It was also a set for the award winning Maltese movie Simshar (trailer also below). There is a fish market on Sundays which became a tourist attraction. What I enjoy is a hike along the Maltese West coast, along the cliffs and then going to the place where you get the world’s best Octopus in Garlic. It’s a family business. I am not an “Influenza” and don’t make promotions of my favorite places. But if you write to me in the contact section, and describe why you think you qualify to go there, I may tell you.
I have walked to this bay many times, and always like it as a day’s outing. This time I saw it though a little different, perhaps being overwhelmed by recent events which’s historical trail also crossed this little bay, back in 1989.
“Panta Rhei – Everything Flows”
Last night, I had the pleasure of joining the vernissage of the solo exhibition of Rosette Bonello at Rudy Buhler’s Art Gallery in Marsaskala. I walked along the coast from Kalkara, at the end of a stormy day, which expanded into the night. It is always impressive to see how the rock has been able to withstand the waves for ages. Rudy was a Swiss banker …
Last night, I had the pleasure of joining the vernissage of the solo exhibition of Rosette Bonello at Rudy Buhler’s Art Gallery in Marsaskala. I walked along the coast from Kalkara, at the end of a stormy day, which expanded into the night. It is always impressive to see how the rock has been able to withstand the waves for ages. Rudy was a Swiss banker for most of his professional life and now manages to bring a cultural spotlight to this village in Southern Malta. This exhibition is called “Panta Rhei – Everything Flows” and runs until December 22nd at Quayside Court, 58 Triq Is-Salini.
During the day before, I went through many of my things in Malta and sorted and maintained what needed to be done. Besides the practicalities, I also found my old calendars, especially the 2014 one, caught my attention. This was my last year living in China, and the beginning of a world trip and my European adventure. It is great to have these calendars and be able to move back in time and even sense life’s atmosphere. Back then, it ended 12 years in China and started for new horizons. It was a similar time to what it is now. But a lot has changed also. Some people, yes, but also how the world works.
Back in the day, it was, for example, possible to share exact plans and locations online. There were people writing back and asking questions very specific questions and the exchange was light-hearted. Since then, also the online world has become a more hostile place, and comments reflect less inspiration but greed. That’s why I am not on social media except LinkedIn, which hopefully maintains professionalism. Running this blog feels already anachronistic and untouched of that.
Re-inspired by browsing through my paper diaries, notebooks and calendars, I obtained a 5-year diary. Here, you have the same day on one page, and by “scrolling up” with your eyes, you have a direct comparison over time. It would not make sense today to have a paper calendar anymore because coordination and scheduling have become more of a life tool than a lifestyle. But such diaries run parallel to the office world in a nice way.
Also, I re-plenished myself from my local stock of small notebooks. I always carry these to capture information and impressions. In recent years, with being less mobile, I have switched to larger formats. But now, it will be more of the small Moleskine type again, and Riteintherain for the tougher outdoor notes. Given that I cannot carry many books, I also re-set my Amazon Kindle. That’s the only reason to keep my Amazon account open. But for the coming trip to Canada, I will take a paper copy of Joan Didion’s "Slouching Towards Bethlehem". She had something to say about how to use notebooks as a tool but even more about the chaotic and rapidly changing cultural landscape in the USA of the 1960s. And of course, I will put more American authors now on my reading list. Suggestions are welcome.
My 2014 calendar, which marks the last of 12 years living in China. Recovered (and cleaned thoroughly) in Malta.
Kalkara Festa
From May to September, the Maltese villages proudly celebrate their Festas to honour their patron saints. It’s quite competitive among villages: decorating with flags and statues, traditional music bands parading the streets, sweets and food, and amazing fireworks …
From May to September, the Maltese villages proudly celebrate their Festas to honour their patron saints. It’s quite competitive among villages: decorating with flags and statues, traditional music bands parading the streets, sweets and food, and amazing fireworks. And you better clean up your house before the festa and decorate your windows at least. Processions will follow, and church bells will keep going. However you stand to the religious aspects, the Festas are just nice and happy.
Kalkara got a new waterside promenade. It isn’t completely finished yet, but it’s for sure a construction project upgrading the whole village. Whether finished or not, it is already an integral part of the party in front of the Kalkara church.
There is no sign that the “heatwave” will stop people from having a good time. It is the hottest time of the year, and in August, there will likely be additional humidity kicking in. But that’s how it has been every year, and there maybe, of course, a trend that things get hotter. But nobody complains here, but just switch activities to before and after sunset.
"Solar flares" in the grid
Malta’s communities have added a lot of solar panels recently. So, did my neighborhood in Kalkara. In principle that’s good of course. But with the Maltese electric grid, not being the most sophisticated, it struggles to keep the current within range …
Malta’s communities have added a lot of solar panels recently. So, did my neighborhood in Kalkara. In principle that’s good of course. But with the Maltese electric grid, not being the most sophisticated, it struggles to keep the current within range. I had local surge protectors to keep harm away from small appliances. But with friends, working at Enemalta and telling me about monitoring the very unstable currents in Kalkara, I started to get worried about for example the aircon motherboard being harmed by a surge. To protect that, I looked around and got hold of an AOELEC AURV2 36T over- and undercurrent protector switch from Wenzhou (China). It can take 40 Amps and like that you can just install it in a row with the main house fuses. Then you set the maximum voltage at which it switches off, the minimum, the response time and the recovery time when it switches on again. With my settings, I followed the recommendation by Enemalta: max. 255 V, min., 205 V, switch off delay 2 sec and back on after 18. The only way to know whether it works is to wait and see. So, let’s do that.
AOELEC AURV2 - 36T over- and undercurrent switch
Where are all the Superyachts gone?
Malta’s communities have added a lot of solar panels recently. So, did my neighborhood in Kalkara. In principle that’s good of course. But with the Maltese electric grid, not being the most sophisticated, it struggles to keep the current within range …
Even my favourite ship in Cospicua Bay is gone: the U-Boat navigator of the Russian Geographic Society. So are many of the Superyachts in front of Fort Saint Angelo. This is an uncommon time to go to sea for the fun of it. Russian shareholders may want to avoid freezing or seizing their yachts and taking them into international waters. But that’s just a speculation of mine. Honestly, I don’t quite understand how it works legally to “freeze” an asset of a private person who has not even been prosecuted personally. And to seize it, as far as I understand the legal framework, there needs to be public interest and adequate compensation.
Well, please don’t think I am cynical, but with the current money flowing into a relatively corrupt Ukrainian government, we may see other Superyachts returning soon. For all those who help now, please watch your partners carefully. I send my support to the civilian victims, for example, to the Polish Red Cross, and there are also many others who are reliable and transparent. Anyway, the main corruption will just start later, when EU money flows in to rebuild Ukraine. Then is also the time when some of the weapons which are distributed now may end up on the black market and will fuel more instability and terror, perhaps in the Middle East and Central Asia. These mistakes have been made before, right? … “when will they ever learn?” to say it with Marlene Dietrich. So, I will now get milk powder and drinking water sanitiser. That can’t go wrong because any hands this will fall into are for sure innocent.
Our shot in Havanna? ... or from Moscow with love?
In Germany, I fall through the grid again: 55 years old, no preconditions, not medical staff, not teacher nor police. My work is a lot about travelling to risk areas. Does that count? … No! … I can show contracts and invitation letters, and I have parents above 80 who I need to take care of. Counts? … No! ... How do you dare, trying to jump the cue? Have solidarity! Don't be antisocial! ... Me, antisocial? Why? When do you think I can get vaccinated? ... Okay, I was just asking. Sorry. German efficiency is a lot about criminalizing people who don't fall into the pattern. Even Germany is actually not efficient - but that's a different story.
So, let's do things the good old way and forget about Germany. I actually do have access to vaccinations. But stealing is unethical. And that would be really jumping the cue because these doses are scheduled for others. Some German local politicians did that - well, not stealing of course - but taking personal precautions so that they can better serve their constituency. Others were taking fees for facilitating deals for medical equipment, to better protect the public. I appreciate their efforts, but I am not a politician.
However, for me, vaccinations are available in Moscow, Tel Aviv, Havanna, Dubai or Hong Kong. In some of these places, you still have to quarantine, though. You can choose either two trips to a nice place or do a long one. Moscow is my favourite European city, anyways. And a vaccination centre is in the ГУМ Department Store, just opposite the Kremlin. It’s wonderful Russian architecture from the end of the 19th century, with a glass roof. And you still get a Sovjet style ice cream, wrapped in aluminium foil in the basement. That in itself would be worth going. It would also be interesting to see what changed in Havanna. In Hong Kong, when you choose Sinovac instead of BioNTech, it comes with a Visa to Mainland China. That’s great. Tel Aviv is just around the corner, and I am very interested in how the Israeli tech industry and research are doing. Dubai is a little too much shopping for my taste. And last but not least, there is Malta. When it counts, Malta often proofs to get the job done.
Guns, Germs and Steel
On my return from Hong Kong, I still picked up Xi Xu’s book “Dear Hong Kong: An Elegy to a City”, and before the turn of the last year, I read it on the way to Malta. It is a farewell letter to a city, which was also my home for five years. Did I not live on an outer island in the South China Sea, back then, I would have found the city itself unbearable. It struggles to build new capabilities, needed to be a significant part of China and staying relevant in a world which is moving on. Hong Kong was “frozen” for 50 years by British negotiators at the time occupation ended and the city returned to China. I really liked Xi Xu’s personal tone and her views on Hong Kong. A second book, which I read the first time in 2007, I reviewed by listing to the audiobook: Jared Diamond’s Guns, Germs, And Steel - The Fates of Human Societies. Just in the middle of many Western countries failing to manage a pandemic, and the US government globally mongering conflict and rattling swords, this was an interesting reminder, how societies rise and fall.
The Malta at War Museum timely features an exhibition on gas masks. This style fits into the necessity and fashion today, even our FFP2 standard is less spooky.
Grafitty in Zabbar. Germs.
Gund and steel - The Saluting Battery in Valletta.
View into the HQ bunkers in Malta, in a room where the Mediterranian is monitored. It was last used in the Cuban missle crisis, to potentially block Sovjet ships passing through from the Black Sea.
Air defense coordination room in the Maltese HQ bunkers.
On my favorite walk from Kalkara to Marsaskala
Birgu
Last sunset 2020 in Cospicua
Kalkara waterfront - my village
Kalkara Boat House
Follow the bubbles
Malta’s economy has been growing steadily and at impressive rates in the last few years. Like so often, this has been orchestrated and facilitated by a few clever policy moves. And also, as it happens frequently, the phase where physical reconstruction sets in, is stressful to the inhabitants, and besides all the improvements and advantages, bears the risk of falling victim to the own success. There has been a discussion on a property bubble building up, and experts say, as long as the influx of well-paid buyers continues, things there will be a soft landing. Not quite sure, where we land though. But I hear the message. Currently, vast amounts of residential units are in the pipeline and will come to the market in the next few months or year. Asking prices jump up on the rumour that somewhere else the price was jacked up 20 %. Transaction prices are opaque because they are not published. Construction quality is generally low, and architectural finesse is often that of garages, which is painful to see in the otherwise charming heritage of Malta. Meanwhile, yes, companies are moving into Malta - still mainly for regulatory loopholes and tax purposes - and some as an effect of Brexit. Primarily these are service companies which do not need much technical talent. But still, it is hard to fill positions locally. Low education levels and inefficient unreliable work culture make Malta a tough hiring place. And then, beside the shortcomings in capabilities, Malta currently has a massive lack of infrastructure. It is worked upon that, but it will take time. Luckily, many Maltese buy their properties in cash and should there be a downturn this would not put the stress on the banks. But still, as there is not that much corporate lending in Malta, the books of banks are packed with mortgage loans and not very diversified. Should a property bubble burst, by people not coming anymore, or an otherwise induced economic downturn, then we would have all wished the economy of Malta would have had a few more dimensions. But luckily, so far, all is going well. Construction is a bit annoying. It changes the character of the island state, for the good and the bad. I also share the fear that the natural environment is suffering. In the end, a lot of the residential developments look a bit like there is not much oversight. And unfortunately, Malta seems to have not much of a vision, of what it wants to become. That may be why a lot of developments look somewhat inconsistent to me. But let me see what comes out. In the end ther is not much else we can do than folloing the bubbles.
Birgu is one of my favorite places. It is one of “The Three Cities” and it is mainly up to the local community that it is preserved and cultivated tastefull. That’s not the norm in Malta, unfortunately. This building is one of my favorites on my way home from the Birgu central square.
Litter, lies and Sunshine - The contemporary Malta Experience
Had a stopover in Malta and gave a few guest lectures. The little country is in turmoil after a long story of greed, corruption and murder, which seem to have entered the government. I hope this is a chance for a step forward and also a trigger for long-overdue judicial reforms. There are many things stuck in Malta in a gridlock of tribal fights and system abuse. Now is an excellent time to move forward - potentially.
In my University lecture about the "One Belt, One Road Initiative", also sometimes coined "The New Silkroad", I was a bit surprised that on the level of postgraduate business students nobody heard of this term which stands for a Multi-Trillion USD programme. But I changed the sequence of my plot and hoped I was able to make an introduction. The next guest lecture was on innovation and disruption in the auto industry in a Master for Entreprenneurship programme. This one, I enjoyed a lot. Nice discussions, smart questions. Again, I could not catch up with all friends. Now I am already sitting at the Malta airport, which is always a zoo of English tourists and tatooed people serving coffee. But it’s working - sort of.
The heat is on in Malta and I am back North
August is the hottest month in Malta. It’s the time when public life falls into a long rest between noon and 4 p.m. and then gets to the feasts. So did I, and I relaxed a lot. Not much to do, so not much done and here just a few snapshots and impressions from the short ways in Valletta and the Three Cities. By the time I post this, I am already out of holiday mood again and facing a rigoros schedule of content and travel: Germany, Netherlands, Hong Kong, Germany, Russia, and a few small Trips between the lines. Even Hong Kong will be chilly against August in Malta.
Evening view over to the Old Bakery, which is now hosting the Malta Maritime Museum
Two touch downs in Malta within 8 Minutes
Touched down in Malta twice today, as the first landing was aborted. All went safely, but a good reminder that it always is necessary to close safety belts tightly and stow away things that can fly around in such a procedure, or others.
First attempt to land in Luqa...
... and the second one a few minutes later.
Malva tea and GDP
About from an annual GDP growth rate of 5% people appear to become wasteful. I have seen it in East Germany after the 1989 reunification, when people were running to Aldi to buy fruits, while tons were rotting on the trees. I have also seen it in Hong Kong, Shanghai, Singapore, now Malta. I came back from a walk with a few branches of Malva to make some tea at home. On the way I met a neighbor, let's call him George. He became excited when he saw my Malva branches and told me, that when he was a child, they ate the flowers with honey. "Do you want some, George?", I asked him. No thanks, I got some Coke in the fridge.
About from an annual GDP growth rate of 5% people appear to become wasteful. I have seen it in East Germany after the 1989 reunification, when people were running to Aldi to buy fruits, while tons were rotting on the trees. I have also seen it in Hong Kong, Shanghai, Singapore, now Malta. I came back from a walk with a few branches of Malva to make some tea at home. On the way I met a neighbor, let's call him George. He became excited when he saw my Malva branches and told me, that when he was a child, they ate the flowers with honey. "Do you want some, George?", I asked him. No thanks, I got some Coke in the fridge. "Yes, economy is booming", I said. "Yes, I am on sick leave", he answered.
Sunshine after rain
There was a teriffic storm in Malta. My plan to enjoy an earlier start of spring there, than in Germany, did not succeed. There were even biblical scenes of fish bashed out of the sea onto the roads. Some of the offshore fish farms broke open in the wild sea. Back in Germany, I spent most time in the National Library in Frankfurt and stroll through the museums from time to time, when I need a break. I closed my Facebook account, as it became too repetitive and actually a bit boring. Those missing me there, can follow here on my website, which I will revive a little in the months to come. I kept the Instagram account though, and if you visit this website from a PC browser you can see this “snaps” in the right hand column.
View from home, when there is sunshine after rain.
Memento mori
Cemetraries are some of my favorite “hangouts”. They provide solitude, good perspective on many aspects of life, memories, tell stories and also say a lot about the local culture by how people treat their ancestors. Military graveyards additionally remind us of the nonsense and horrors of war. There is many of all this on the Capuccini Naval Cemetary. But what is special for me, is that here lies Henry Ernst Wild who survived the Shackleton expedition and then died of typhoid in Malta.
Capuccini Naval Cemetary, Kalkara (Malta)
Silkroad at the door step
Malta's night temperatures drop to 6°C currently. Even I caught a cold, which does not happen often. All are hugging their water kettles and drink tea. You may laugh, Malta is made for summer. Though I do like the winter here. It's more quiet. Today while going for a walk I noticed a Chinese ship calling in the docks for maintenance. The Chinese New Silk Road is closer than you may think.
View on the Malta docks from Senglea
New Year Walk
Like every year, also 2019 started with a long walk. This time it was from Kalkara to Marsaskala, along the rocky coast and back; a bit more than 20 kilimeters. As of the strong wind from the New Year's night, the sea was rolling on the roks with high swell and in its typical turquoise color for sunny days in Malta. There is no better way than starting a new year like this.
The long stretch of rocky coast from Kalkara to Marsaskala.
Coastal watchtower
Sea rolling in on the watchtower
Short Malta stopover
It was only a short week in Malta and I was lucky that I could catch up with some friends. Though I regret that I could not see everybody I wanted. It was just a short stopover and there is more time "on the rock" to come. Ample rain of the last weeks, turned the open lands of the little mediterranen country into a green and lush scenery. Again my personal autumn was prolonged for another week by this trip. When I arrive in Germany in a few hours, it will be winter-ish. For those, I missed this time, see you in December and keep well until then.
My favorite "secret garden" in Zab bar. I recorded some videos of it from my drone and will cut it when I am back to my laptop.
Little Malta
I had some maintenance and admin work to do and then strolled over to the other side of the Grand Harbour to meet friends. The sky cleared up over night accompanied by strong winds and brought forward its full Mediterranean. Very nice sitting outside at mild 26 Celsius.
Fountain in the Upper Barakka Gardens, Valletta
View to Fort Ricasoli