I must say that now, after a good night out, my weekend in Malta is finally complete. Cynthia and I decided to go back to our old days. We indulged in those deadly Snake Bites (I cannot believe that we still have to explain to bar men what are snake bites!!!!) and my dear Export. We visited old dear Coconut, which in my opinion, has not evolved with time!!!! I am sure they put on the same CDs, in the same order they used to do 3 to 4yrs ago!!!!

But nowhere beats Ryans, which has now become my 2nd home, and which, if I could, I would take it with me everywhere!!! They can prepare decent Snake Bites, and they know what a Mother’s Milk is – try beating that ha!!!!! Ryans also contains memories of many drunken nights, watching football and fighting with random strangers, and a confused relationship, where as though to really make the night complete my very drunk ex turned up and decided to entertain us for the last part of the night.

It actually feels awkward being out again!!! I missed walking in the streets and continuously meeting people I know (though I realised that after not seeing most of them for so long its hard to converse, as most of the conversation would consist of – Hi how are you? How are you doing? – then silence until you find some silly excuse such as going to get a drink at the bar)

The Maltese dress style is by far much more different than the Maltese, though I must say not better! The gaudy colours, loads of make up, short tops and the short tight mini skirts with tummies and thighs bulging out is still many of the Maltese girls’ ‘party dress code’ – Gosh don’t these people have mirrors at home???

I must stay a night out in Malta is not only something you experience just that night, but an experience that lingers on till the morning after. When you wake up with a massive headache as soon as the sun starts shining into your room, you have black bags under your eyes as you could not figure out how to take off your make up last night, and finally you realise that your feet are numb and your ankles hurt as a results of walking around up and down Paceville in high uncomfortable heels, stumbling in potholes which you ‘accidentally’ fall into due to the alcohol!!!!!

I am now off to end this weekend by buying loads and loads of Maltese goodies to fill up my empty suitcase and to pig out on during my last week in Belgium!!!