Gozo; Thursday, 15 January, 2015

I’d been suffering from a heavy cold for almost two weeks by now, so it wasn’t particularly surprising that I stood on the platform of the station realising exactly what I’d forgotten to pack before heading out which included such essentials as cough mixture and a belt.

Southern did their best to try and stop me from having to worry as the trains were in a particularly awful state this morning, with the one I eventually caught running more than 10 minutes late and then terminating at Selhurst so it could be sent into the depot to be mended due to the state it was in.

Eventually, through blind luck mostly, I made it to Gatwick Airport, having taken nearly 90 minutes to do a journey that should have taken less than 30.

Thankfully, it was a very smooth journey through the airport, onto the plane and a bang on time departure.

Arriving at Malta airport it was another exceptionally smooth journey, so smooth in fact that rather than having a 50 minute wait for the bus I was able to catch the one I assumed I would miss and with a quick transfer at Cirkewwa onto the ferry and I found myself arriving at the hotel in Mgarr 90 minutes earlier than I was expecting.

Having spent most of the day travelling, I had a very quick sightsee of the town from the balcony of my hotel room before turning in for the night.