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1974 my parents took us to Malta to see our relatives who were in
the UK Forces out there. My memories are of endless cold Easter
rain, Sorrow by David Bowie and For
ever and ever by Demis Roussos being played endlessly
on the hotel PA.
Don Mintoff
had just taken Malta independent of the UK, there was no butter
to be had on the island outside the NAAFI,
and the power went off promptly at 10pm.
This time we were hoping for a better experience.
2 hours and 45 minutes from Gatwick, the world's
busiest single runway airport, lie the islands of Malta, Gozo and
Comino. Strategically placed between Sicily and Libya, they are,
apart from the tiny island of Lampedusa, the Southermost outcrop
of the EU.
Fought over down the centuries, owned by most of the Eurpean countries
you've ever heard of and a few you haven't, they ended up asking
the British to colonise them in order to throw out the French, and
in 1955 even asked to become part of the United Kingdom (which would
have been of huge benefit to both countries) but when refused entry
(no one seems to know quite why) they promptly sued for independence
which they gained in 1964. They joined the EU (that great Socialist
experiment seemingly designed exclusively to transfer money from
Northern Europe to Southern Europe) in 2004 (along with most of
the rest of the world) and will be joining the Euro in 2006.
Have you ever wondered where all those old 1970s
British cars, vans and trucks went? AECs, Fodens and Leyland trucks,
Hillman Imps, Austin 1100s and 1300s, Marinas, Hillman Avengers,
Vauxhall Vivas, Vauxhall Crestas, AEC coaches with fins like F86
Sabres, MkII Cortina Estates with the unmistakable staccato-sounding
starter motor...
Amazingly, not all went the way of the crusher; some survive in
Gozo. Spared the ravages of cold, wet English winters and salt on
the roads, the bodies have survived, and whilst the commercial vehicles
have had to have had engine transplants by now, the antique cars
look staggeringly original. Specialist shops have sprung up to support
them, offering spares (and sympathy, I suspect).
It's amazing they survive at all because although
the road system, in spite of being quite well planned with wide
carriageways, roundabouts and no traffic lights, is totally unmaintained
and has universally appalling road surfaces. My theory is that Malta
joined the EU just to get some funding for new road surfaces...
The road signs are rare, contradictiory and confusing. Place names
change from signpost to signpost, and roads, especially within built
up areas, bear little relationship to their cartographic representations.
Malta is badly in need of a satellite-photo based map.
And they are truly dreadful drivers: not
actually dangerous, because they never get up enough speed to be
dangerous, just really dumb.
Pulling out unexpectedly without indicating, parking stupidly, stopping
unexpectedly, driving along the wide roads very close to the centre
line forcing unnecessarily extended forays in to the opposite carriageway
to overtake (and you'll want to do a lot of that, because they are
really slow...).
And the white centre lines are all set to "No Overtaking"
except where it is blatantly lethal to do so, so there isn't really
a clue as to where it may be safe to overtake.
Indicators are simply not used. At all.
Vague hand-signals are occasionally used, but quite what they are
intended to signify, only the driver knows: anyway they are universally
ignored.
Lane discipline is non-existent, except that once a lane is chosen
it is stuck to no matter what, even if you pass on the left.
Import taxes on cars must be high as very few decent cars were in
evidence.
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In many ways Malta is more English than England:
a little like Barbados, it seems rooted in that Morris Minor Traveller,
warm beer, nuns cycling to church on misty mornings past the village
green, smack of leather on willow, jolly hockey sticks, Marquis
of Queensberry rules olde England that disappeared in the long-haired,
groovy '70s. Whereas we've moved on: punk, yuppiedom, Acid, Cool
Britannia, Blair. Maybe not better, then, just On...
The food shops contain all those vital 70's food groups you thought
were extinct: Birds custard powder, Spangles, Oxo cubes, gum drops,
Pale Ale Party Sevens.... all UK packaged, so there must be big
business in FMCG exports to Malta.
The local cuisine's a bit unimaginative: except for the odd local
pastry, you could be anywhere. Surely there must be native cusine
beyond rabbit, which I can get fresh at my local (excellent, organic,
supplies all the Oxford colleges, strictly cash, mind you...) butcher?
I am told that stripped of fur, cat looks and tastes remarkably
like rabbit; not that I could possibly comment....
The buildings are, without exception, constructed
from locally quarried sandstone blocks, which may be indented by
fingernails and sanded with the naked palm of your hand. The softness
and lack of tensional strength in relation to most building materials
makes for interesting architecture (where they haven't resorted
to pre-stressed concrete in tension members). The older houses are
constructed entirely from huge arches very close together holding
up short-span floor blocks. As Malta and Gozo were deforested a
very long time ago, decent wood simply did not exist, and the floors
and ceilings are all stone. Floorboards seem an entirely alien concept
and wood is only used for doors and windows surrounds. This does,
however, make for excellent insulative properties, however, with
the houses remaining cool throughout the day.
The salt air ablates the sandstone soon after quarrying
and creates an attractive hardened skin, with every block a slightly
different shade of brown, which makes the house a whole lot more
interesting to look at than breeze block.
We had a Kia Sedona as we were 5 and the difference
between that and a FIAT Stilo were Night and Day: the Kia had great
seats, bags of grunt from a 2.9L, 16V turbo diesel engine, flexible
seating, bags of headroom and separate air-conditioning settings
for front and rear passengers. If it had rear wheel drive (and was
built by BMW) it would be perfect.
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don't understand Maltese politics at all: they speak some weird
lingo that sounds like Italian, but you very rarely see any language
written other than English.
In any other country (including / especially Wales....) they'd
be clamouring for self-determination, for the furtherance of their
own local language in written and spoken works, wanting Harry
Potter translated in to Maltese, eager to be rid of the Capitalist
Running Dog Imperialist English language, and keen to align themselves
with Libya, or Italy, wherever they feel their cultural roots
are. But No, they don't.
They stick to English, drive on the left (thus Japanese grey imports
in the form of ex-Tokyo street cleaning wagons covered entirely
in Japanese H&S notices); they use English square-pin mains
plugs and light switches, the newspapers are in English and in
them, once Local news is covered, the main International news
is always English stories. It's just not healthy: I mean where
are the screaming Islamic Radicals, the Nationalist graffiti,
the separatist movement?
Malta is getting its share of "Irregular
Immigrants", or "poor souls desperately escaping from
torment in Africa to a brighter future in the EU", or "feckless
spongers after an easy life in the EU sponging off the state",
depending on your point of view and experiences.
Given Malta's location I would have thought it would be a lot
more of a problem, but cynically I would suggest this is because
Malta is an island and traffic between it and the rest of the
EU can be more tightly controlled than, say, Spain or Portugal.
Gozo is caught between the friendliness of the
little shop 3 doors down that sells everything and the glittering
mall and supermarket you must drive to; between going four times
a day to the local Catholic church for smells and bells, and the
necessities of modern eCommerce; between the traditional English
influence and the perceived economic necessity of joining the
EU.
The strong Catholic faith on the island, responsible for the huge
over-supply of massive churches everywhere, porvided us with the
amusing spectacles of a pharmacy without condoms, and a health
clinic without birth control posters. Presumably in some other
country there are clinics without anti-smoking or "are you
insulin dependent?" posters, for some strange sociological
reason. Odd.
We only visited Malta once (to see the Villa
Rosa hotel in Sliema, which has not changed a bit - I swear I heard
the strains of Demis Roussos as we drove past...), and found it
to be depressingly built-up and overpopulated. Note to Maltese populace:
Stop Breeding! We couldn't wait to get back to our nice farmhouse
at the far end of Gozo for some peace and quiet.
Most houses in Malta and Gozo are staggeringly small, ridiculously
expensive (even by UK standards) and have no gardens whatsoever;
most however do have roof terraces and/or small yards, many with
pools. Our farmhouse, despite its billing as "luxury"
was pretty basic: 1970s standard British plumbing, wiring and internal
fittings. For a tourist destination the wrong end of a £250
air fare and a £12 ferry ride, that's unsustainable.
Maltese TV is very much of the wobbly sets and Fast Show Channel
9 variety, which is a very well observed parody.
In the run up to Euro membership, Maltese shopkeepers
are up to something: their prices tend to be quoted in LM (Maltese
Lire), £ (UKP) and €(Euros), and the sums just don't
add up. I took a few samples and ran them through the computer:
Maltese shopkeepers are trying for a 30-40% uplift in their prices
when they join the Euro.... I'm not sure if this fact has percolated
through to a)the Politicians and b)the Public. European shopkeepers
tried this, with some success, when they went over to the Euro
in 2002, but caused a great deal of public discontent. Malta,
watch out!
Interestingly, the greatest price hikes in living history were
the fruits of decimalisation in the UK in 1971: here, shopkeepers
managed a 65-70% rise before it all fed back through the system
and became inflation. But for a while, they were sitting pretty.
We bicycled around the island: the distances are small and the
hills not too strenuous. Bikes are cheap and of good quality,
and cycling is a good way of burning off the holiday lunches.
So, Malta and Gozo? Go once a generation, don't
go at Easter, go to Gozo, get as far West as you can, rent the
nicest farmhouse you can, and visit Malta for a day, no more.
Oh, and don't bring back any glass. Gatwick baggage handlers drop
all luggage marked as coming from Malta especially hard...
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