Il Uomo Vivo

Less than 48 hours are left before leaving the island of sun and blackouts. Bear with me as the blogging remains firmly fixed in vacation mode.

The Gozitan holiday proved to be much more rewarding than expected and I even managed to throw a face-and-arm tan into the bargain. There remains much to discover on the mother island and I am resolved to investigate (from afar but still with a steady resolve) the weird intricacies of the power politics that affect the legalistic goings on in the far flung corners of lady justice’s courts in Victoria. It is one thing sticking up for my fellow islanders’ reputation but altogether another to discover that the rot is quite firmly fixed in Gaulos. There’s a promise – that thanks to private events (legal embroilments of what should be a straightforward civil issue) we might be dedicating much more time to understanding whether there are other forces and interests that are disgustingly alive and kicking there. As a firm supporter of the rule of law I am doubly moved to uncover the warts and unearth them.

But away from twisted advocates and pseudo-politicians of Gozo and back to the beuaty. Lunziata Valley was resplendently green, Sanap Cliffs fantastic and Qbajjar looked amazing. The food has been good too and were it not for a blackout of monumental hilarity (from a visitor’s point of view) I would have had quite a satisfactory kick off to the weekend. I was meant to be working on the Indy article when the lights went out instead I was “forced” to the Avenue where I discovered that their promise of simple but good food remains as consistent as a Swiss clock.

Look out for J’accuse in the Indy tomorrow. We will be on our way back to Luxembourg (and the freezing greyness by then). It’s been emotional, but it’s a good reminder that Malta is very much alive and kicking (beneath all the dirt and grumble).

A bientot.