Mostly Business

Being in Malta for the second time in less than six months, we considered it a pit stop on the way from Greece to Tunisia.  A place to do chores, if you will.  We purchased the bottom paint Gerty would need for her upcoming maintenance.  We had our life raft serviced. 

I rehearsed my diving skills because it was a productive way to beat the heat, we worked in the cooler hours of the day, and other than that we waited for wind.

Malta was strictly business until we reached Gozo’s Dwejra Bay anchorage.  There, the sun fits into a hole in the sculptural rock face around 20:30 each night. 

After watching the spectacle, one can sit on the bow in the warm breeze and listen to the laughing. The Scopoli’s Shearwater birds are returning from sea and a star seems to appear with each cackle.  When the birds finally hush, there’s little room left in the sky.