Well, we went to lunch and what a contrast! It seems that Sunday Brunch at the Seabank is a bit of a Maltese tradition. Not just those of us who are "residents" of the hotel but a large contingent of locals just going out for the brunch made the hotel restaurant the busiest it ever gets. They had all sections of the restaurant open for seating and had double the number of buffet lines. Most of the "locals" were family units, many multigenerational, and mostly dressed in a fashion much nicer than their normal dress. It was interesting, but I'll be glad to get back to the less crowded conditions that we usually find at meals.
After lunch we decided to use our bus tickets to go to St. Julians, one of the commercial hubs of the country. We knew the bus number we wanted so we went to the bus stop and waited for it. Our hotel is located only about 14 kilometers, 8.5 miles, from the Gozo Ferry Landing which is the northernmost terminus of the bus line. So we boarded the northbound bus thinking we would just take the turnaround and ride it back south.
When we got to the Ferry Terminal the driver parked the bus in what appeared to be a semi-permanent location and shut it down. He then told us that was the end of his shift and he was going home. We had to get off and find another bus going south. After a 15 - 20 minute wait we boarded another bus with the same route number and began a three-hour stretch that was interesting, tiring, and exasperating.
The Sun was shining, the bus was comfortable, the scenery was interesting, and all was well for the first twenty minutes. Then we got to the built-up urban part. Suddenly traffic was very heavy and barely moving. I don't know where everybody was going on a Sunday afternoon. To show you how slowly things were moving, we got off the bus and continued walking in the same direction. We consistently stayed ahead of the bus.
But then it started to rain. We were prepared with hooded rain jackets, but for a few minutes it was raining rather hard. We took shelter under the awning of a sidewalk cafe. We had already decided we were ready to catch the bus back to the hotel since the only establishments open were restaurants and bars, The next scheduled arrival of our bus, #222, was two minutes after we got to the bus stop. The actual arrival was 46 minutes later. There had been a accident invlovling one or more buses and...
Well, we got on the bus, which was quite crowded at first, and eventually, in the rain and after dark, got back to the hotel. The bus stop that serves the hotel is actually about 50 meters up the street, but since everybody left on the bus was going to the Seabank Hotel, the driver stopped to let us off at the hotel door.
I was able to stay awake long enough to eat dinner, but went to bed early and slept long. I don't plan to be quite as active tomorrow.