You might recall the last post - the trip to Malta for a wedding. Soon after that trip, it was time to go back yet again, this time for the Christmas break. You might also recall that the last flight was threatened by the snow and bad weather and Gatwick was on the brink of closure and we were flying from Gatwick. This time round, we were flying from Heathrow and, surprise, surprise, it was Heathrow's turn to be traumatised by the British winter!
The flight was scheduled for 8.40pm but the plane needed de-icing and left only after 10pm, arriving at Malta after 2am and thus finally going to bed almost at 3.30am. That particular night was probably the one and only really stormy night in Malta for December 2010 and the plane simply could not land but the wise pilot finally managed to get that Airbus on the ground with us passengers barely noticing, despite the heavy rain, lightning, thunder and wind that was enveloping the aircraft from all directions. By the time I was about to sleep, some God-sent rooster happily living in one of the neighbour's gardens decided to start crowing, but this was no hindrance to sleep immediately after landing in my bed!
We stayed in Malta for 10 days until Boxing Day but the week was full to the brim with activities. We had the traditional annual Christmas dinner with all of our mates, which included the Secret Santa antic (I bought my gift from London and with the 5 euro budget got a book worth £25!!) and in turn received a cool book of archaic, sadly disappearing Maltese words grouped under various topics. The next day I headed off to Valletta on a mini guys' night out and gladly remembered that in Malta you can buy a round for 4 with just 6 euro, whereas in London you pay that much for 2 drinks at most, if lucky. Good times; how I love Valletta. Then on the next day I had a reunion with some old mates, some of whom I had not seen for almost a decade and it was great catching up! Then Christmas Eve was very busy preparing for the Christmas do at home, which was more involving this year. Shopping, cleaning and cooking (well, helping thereof). And then we headed for a Midnight Mass at Valletta with the newly-wed couple from October's wedding (the couple from December were honeymooning at the Maldives!) and although the service was well animated and cheerful, it was too long and only finished in the early hours of the 25th...
On Christmas Day, we had a whole day of feasting, feeding, drinking and talking at home, where the dining room was filled to its capacity with the addition of the in-laws, but all went well. Especially the food, which I miss badly (English "cuisine" simply sucks) but at least it gets me to appreciate it more whenever I am at home. The Malta trip soon came to an end and on Boxing Day we headed back to London, the first flight in ages with no hassles! And once back in London, my poor wife embarked on a marathon of revising and studying for the January exams, which brought feelings reminiscent of December 2007 when I was studying for my own M.Sc. exams, except that I had 1 week less than her, so she cannot complain really!
I took a week off and stayed at home most of the time, except that the honeymooners made their final stop of their month long holiday here in London. This called for my London guide services, which we did this morning. We met them again later on tonight for the NYE fireworks display beside the River Thames, but that story spills over into 2011, so will leave it for the next post.
2010, the final year of the first decade of the new millennium, was a colourful year. The year characterised by the opening of Burj Khalifa (the world's tallest building) in Dubai, the Mexico Gulf oil spills much to the worry of BP, devastating earthquakes in Haiti and Chile, the Icelandic ash clouds, the iPad, the crisis in Greece and Ireland, the World Cup in South Africa and the fun related to Paul the psychic octopus, the elections in the UK, the 40th anniversary of Glastonbury, the "scandals" of WikiLeaks, the drama of the Chilean miners and the protests in London and Rome over high tuition fees and cuts in education budgets respectively.
In Malta, 2010 is remembered as the year of firework-related tragedies, the visit of Pope Benedict XVI, the deaths of Guido DeMarco and Nikol Cauchi, the series of mafia-style robberies and attempted murders, the presentation of JPO's divorce bill in Parliament, the quasi-comical floating coffins in the Qormi flood waters, the power station debates, the repeated countrywide blackouts, the collision of a truck into the Marsa bridge bringing the country to a halt, the Isle of MTV and massive concerts by Elton John, Rod Stewart and Joseph Calleja and the usual never-ending tit-tat of Maltese politics.
For me, 2010 will be simply characterised by one event: the year of our wedding.
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