Fiat 500's 0 Buses 2

A long bus trip to Mellieha Bay yesterday was remarkable if only for it's unremarkableness.

Bus trip elongated by another bus accident in which a bus turning a corner in St.Julian's happened to intersect with an inelegantly parked Fiat 500, the second one we've seen embedded in the side of a bus. The ensuing traffic jams as a result of their dangerous liaisons are truly humongous but we're in no hurry which is not so for many of our fellow travellers. I try to feel sorry for the watch consulters and phone users generating so much anxiety whilst sat in a stationary bus. I'm not too good at empathy with those in a hurry any more. Sorry.

We didn't sit in these seats.
We sat in sunny ones

This is our second such lengthened trip in a bus which considering we've only undertaken two is pretty good. The other was in Hamrun on the way to Mdina. In both cases Fiat 500's not so much badly parked as abandoned near a pavement end up embedded in the side of a bus. Both were finally halted by the rear wheels of the bus and both resulted in severely disfigured Fiat 500's. I'm glad that apart from a bus I've only been driven in a very large blacked out 4x4, probably one of the finest and most desirable 4x4's in the world. Ever.

Mellieha Bay. OK. Found a bar on the beach which reached out into the water. Found a seat in the sun. Had a drink or two. Discussed who would carry the fleeces. Paddled along a beach. Wished the cossie was to hand. Envied the few bathers. One boat came into the jetty, moored up, nothing else of note. Didn't have any gear aboard so I don't know what she was up to.

Wandered around some non descript back streets. Met a hill going upwards. Turned around. Saw the bus we wanted pass by. Wandered about a bit more. Met a nice man, had a nice conversation. Couldn't find a Pastizzi shop. Caught next bus home. Uneventful trip.

Got home, had a beer on the balcony. Got Pizza, far too big so it'll do tonight, too. Glass of red.

That's it. The unremarkable Mellieha Bay. Hot. Sandy beach. Blue sea warm enough for a pleasant dip. Beach sheds full of rows and rows of stacks of beach loungers, jet ski's being pressure washed by the dozen, no by the score. Closed dive school operators with deflated rib's stacked high. Locked up shops with posters in the windows and painted boards hanging on the walls offering rib hire, speedboat hire, ski tuition and evening parties.

Taken from our seats in "Munchies," Mellieha Bay beach

 I'd hate it in summer!