The Psychedelic Teabag

The photographer, creator of the The Psychedelic Teabag blog, recounts the first hours in Malta:

..It was 10pm at night and on opening of the plane doors, its was so obvious that I was abroad, it was warmer than it has been all summer over here in the UK. You could really tell who was from the UK on that aircraft as cries of “yes, warm weather!” rang through Malta’s airport. I think the Maltese guy that I had been speaking to on the plane who refused to believe how bad our summer really had been because he had just enjoyed a lovely week in London then relised just how bad it had been. We were like prisoners released!..

..Then it was into a taxi and away to the hotel, the taxi sped through the streets in a manner that in this country would of got you immediately picked up for just about every driving offence going. I think one member of the party summed it up when he said that the plane journey was fine (they are not an experienced flyer) it was the taxi ride at the end that was the scary bit! Speed limit was 24mph and taxi was doing nearer 70mph and weaving in and out more times than shuttle at a Yorkshire cotten mill!

We arrived at the hotel, to be faced with more problems certain vital paperwork could not be found by this point I had, had enough luckily it was quickly found and we headed up to out rooms dumped our cases then headed downstairs for a much needed glass or two of the local plonk, which incidently is dirt cheap!

Photos of Malta