We rather liked Marsaskala.
We particularly enjoyed the walk along the promenade, where we finished
the Marsaxlokk/Marsaskala walk, to the church – St Anne’s
- which dominates the part of the town by the harbour. The church
is built a little bit above the harbour level and I was fascinated
to see that directly underneath it were
some toilets.
Sorry, but I seem to be
obsessed by Maltese toilets. In the past many Maltese public toilets
had someone looking after them who expected a payment every time they
were used, but this practise now seems to be dieing out – many
toilets now have big signs inside saying that the facilities are free.
However, this one had a woman sat outside handing out toilet paper
to those who require it, presumably in the hope of getting financial
reward. The wise traveller always has some toilet paper with them
for calls of nature so we did not avail ourselves of her service.
As Anne said, “I would not want to use any that she’d
been mauling”. Malta certainly seems to have strange practises
regarding public toilets. However, we did note during this year’s
visit to Rabat that the lady – who always had a little dog with
her – who “looked after” the ladies loo outside
Mdina was missing. We had seen her on previous visits stretching back
to 1999. Presumably the sign inside stating that the use of the loos
was free had had an impact, or had she retired?
From the church we walked
eastwards on the north side of the bay. We took the path that went
between some buildings and the sea, rather than directly along the
road, but our path soon met up with the road again. It was just where
this path and road met that we watched a “local” feeding
bread to the fish. The sea was crystal clear and the fish were easy
to see as we watched them attack and devour the bread.
Click
here to see the view of Marsascala taken on the approach to Zonqor
Point. This photograph was taken when we visited Malta in November
2005.
We continued along the
roadside path until we reached Zonqor Point and yet another toilet,
but without any eager toilet attendant.
At Zonqor Point we started
northwards (or north west to be more exact) up the coast on a very
broad track. Although the track might have had detrimental impact
on a vehicles suspension the track was, in parts, wide enough to take
5 vehicles side by side and vehicles had obviously used it. Along
the route there were signs stating "no BBQ’s", however
I think a bigger concern was illegal tipping. The area was littered
with rubbish, particularly unwanted building materials. There were
areas with large limestone blocks dumped on them. So many that they
could easily have been sufficient to build a “Birdman’s
Hut” , or even something bigger
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Leaving
Marsaskala (Zonqor Point). The track ahead was wide and not
too undulating. |
Seems
as if the track is a favourite area for dumping. The limestone
blocks on the right would easily be enough for a birdman's hut. |
Further
along the track to Xghajra. Note the bird tables on the left.
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This was very easy walking.
Unlike the walk to Marsaskala this track was less undulating, being
just above sea level for most of the route. We met no one and just
followed the obvious route and headed for Xghajra, which we reached
in less than an hour.
Xghajra is obviously a
potential holiday resort. Like St Thomas its outskirts were a bit
grim but, as we neared its centre, it became more acceptable. Although
we did see people about - some men were fishing - it was generally
very quiet and having passed the communities public conveniences we
left the town and continued along the coast.
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Approaching
Xghajra |
Xghajra
- Looks a bit like a seaside ghost town. |
North
of Xghajra. A very smelly location. |
Pheew. I don’t know
what we passed but the smell was awful. I have looked on maps to see
if there is a sewage works or similar along this part of the coastline
but I could n't see one identified. Whatever it was, it was not pleasant.
However, within not much more than ½ mile of leaving Xghajra,
with the Tower at St Juliens now coming into view in the distance,
our path went inland and we escaped the unpleasant odour.
The track we followed
went up hill and we could see part of the Malta Film Studies on our
right – namely two big “ponds” for doing sea/water
scenes on, and in. I understand this was the location for many of
the watery scenes in the film Titanic. We then came to a
large car park with the Fort St Rocco Pleasure Park on our left, and
soon after this the crossroads by the Mediterranean Film Studios was
reached. Here our route was right and within about 100 yards, at a
three way junction we turned left. However, if you want to go to Fort
Rinella, noted for its big gun, you should turn right here and
follow the signs.
Having gone left at this
junction in less than a ¼ mile we reached another junction
and the outskirts of Kalkara. Here our route was right. We then could
have gone immediately left through a modern development to Kalkara
Creek, however we preferred to walk downhill on the pavement on the
right hand side of the road, and enjoy some views of Rinella Creek
with Valletta beyond.
After about a ¼
mile, at a traffic island, we turned sharp left and soon were walking
down a narrow street with the imposing church, at the end of Kalkara
Creek, showing itself on the skyline ahead of us. Part the way down
this street we came to an area on our right, like a large balcony,
which gave us good views of Kalkara Creek. We also watched some local
youths struggling to keep a slightly larger than life-size model of
Jesus upright on the back of a pickup vehicle. A little bit of local
colour.
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A
view of Kalkara Creek from the "balcony" |
Local
men about to transport "Jesus" |
The
street in Kalkara leading down to the Creek. |
The
Church overlooking Kalkara Creek. |
Continuing down the narrow
street, which had spotlessly clean doorsteps outside every house –
Saturday appeared to be the day for scrubbing the steps - we soon
reached the church and, on its right, Kalkara Creek.
I really would have liked
to have spent more time in Kalkara. The waterfront was so unspoilt
and un-touristy, but we were unsure about how we would get over the
Grand Harbour to Valletta and so I spoke to a “local”
who told me that my best chance of a boat would be from Vittoriosa,
which he gave me the directions to get to.

We walked along the end
of the creek with the harbour on our right and continued in the same
direction uphill past some toilets (I always consider toilets to be
good reference points!) and through a large archway which spanned
the road. We soon came to a junction, turned right and continued uphill
stopping at a small roadside stall to buy a couple of bottles of Kinnie.
We then went past some more toilets, located almost opposite a school,
before reaching the brow of the hill with a bus terminal on the other
side of the road (left). Our route then went downhill and soon we
could see, to our right, Vittoriosa Harbour, which we walked down
to, passing underneath another arch on the way.
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Approaching
the waterfront and marina at Vittoriosa.
Another area of Malta I want to revisit. |
The Maltese Authorities
are putting a lot of effort, time and money into improving the Three
Cities and the flagship seems to be Vittoriosa. It is beginning to
develop an impressive marina but, like Kalkara, and its harbour, is
still generally tourist free, at least compared to the likes of Valletta,
Sliema and St Julians. However, being tourist free meant we might
have difficulty finding a vessel to take us across the Grand Harbour.
But no. We were in luck. Just as we approached the Maritime Museum
a suntanned local asked if we wanted a trip around the Grand Harbour.
I said “No thanks, but how much would it be to get us to Valletta?”
I was surprised when he said he would get us there for one Maltese
Lira each. As a Maltese Lira is only a little more than £1.50
I thought this was a good price and said I would be back shortly,
when we had had a little look round the harbour. Anne was a bit apprehensive.
It seemed a very small boat to cross such a big harbour. Anne’s
not a very good swimmer and I think she was unsure of the boat’s
seaworthiness. However, she did agree to use this “ferry service”
and so we joined a man and his two children who were going to have
a trip around the harbour.
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The
boat and the boy who would take us across the Grand Harbour
from Vittoriosa to Valletta. |
We got into the boat,
and sat on the seats along the sides. And then we found out that the
person who would be steering us over the harbour was a young boy of
no more than 10 years of age. The man, who I had spoken to initially,
who I presumed to be the young boy’s grandfather, sat at the
front of the boat and left the work to the youngster who sat at the
back with the outboard motor. The young lad was very good, although
we did get a bit wet when a very fast rubber dinghy went past and
we were splashed by its swell. But we enjoyed it and got safely to
Valletta having enjoyed some wonderful views of the Grand Harbour
and the buildings surrounding this part of it.
Many may
feel that taking the boat across the Grand Harbour was a bit of a
cheat. However, in November 2005 we were back in Malta and took the
opportunity to walk from Vittoriosa to Valletta. Click
here to find out more.
The rest of the route
was straight forward. Uphill into Valletta,
a stop for a drink and a bite to eat at one of the many cafes located
on and around Republic Street and then downhill to get the Marsamxett
Ferry, which would take us over to Sliema.
Sounds from all this water
travel we had been cheating on the walk. I had intended to initially
walk from the Three Cities to Valletta, but every person I spoke to
advised against it as we would have traversed a very busy industrial
area. With regard to walking from Valletta to Sliema we had done this
on a number of visits previously and we fancied another ferry ride.
Click
here for details of the walk from Valletta to Sliema and on to
St Julians's.
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Watching
boys fishing while waiting for the ferry to Sliema |
From Sliema we returned
to St. Paul’s Bay on a 652 bus, which we caught at the terminal
on the sea front (the Strand).