Our Trip to the Land of Honey aka Malta – Day 1

Posted On 02/05/2013

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This post is nearly a year overdue, but as we are gearing up for our next holiday, I thought I would look back at last years, which I never posted. Hmm, sorry. Thankfully, I kept a travel journal to help remember what happened.

So last May we had a big holiday to Malta. The weather was glorious although a little too hot for us.

But aside from that, it was fantastic! We definitely want to go back again and check out all the places we didn’t get to visit the first time around.

Our first day was so long, I didn’t sleep for the best part of 48 hours with all the travelling.The travelling was pretty uneventful, although a note to the family three rows ahead – if your child has already been ill on the flight, don’t feed him a double chocolate muffin, it wasn’t fair on the flight attendant to clean up that mess, nor the person who would next have to sit in that chair.


When we arrived at the hotel we were pleasantly surprised, although we take Trip Advisor reviews with a pinch of salt, we were a bit concerned but there was nothing to be worried about.

The best bit about our hotel? We got given our wristbands whilst we waited to check into our rooms. You know we went straight up to the pool bar!

Our room was huge and spotlessly clean, the only thing which let it down was the bathroom as it was a bit tired looking and the shower had very low pressure.

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We had a full lunch in the restaurant and the selection was huge : salads, antipasti, pasta, soup, meat and fishe dishes, and most importantly a gorgeous chocolate gateau and lemon meringue pie. (Apologies for the lack of pictures, but I’m sure you can imagine it)

The next day, and my next post will be Valletta, the capital.


Cowpats, Flies and Pancakes

Posted On 25/07/2012

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Also known as Favourite Holiday Memories

Following on from Mondays post, I started thinking of all my favourite holiday moments and decided to share a few with you.

My fondest memories of a holiday are when I was about 9. We stayed at a cottage on a working dairy farm twice as it turned out.

At the time, I was dead set on being a vet so anything involving animals was major plus points in my book.

The farmer’s wife took me around with her and I got to go on a quad bike around the fields and look at all the cows. I also got to help out feeding the calves in the barns :

Feeding time

The farm cat was also very friendly and even brought us a present, which my dad then had to retrieve from behind the cooker!

This was also the holiday with the infamous bookshop incident …

My second favourite holiday was the last holiday I went on with just my parents and I. After my GCSEs were all done with, my parents took me to Amsterdam for a midweek break.

Where do I start?

When we landed at the airport we eventually managed to get onto a train, which was a double decker. We found some seats and were surprised by how plush it all was. We were then escorted back into Economy by the conductor as we had accidentally sat down in First Class!

We did the Pancake House and despite my mum trying to get me to be sensible and have a savoury pancake, I had the biggest pancake drenched in the maple syrup from the bucket on the table. (Nothing’s changed there then!)

After the bakery we visited the Anne Frank House. I very much regretted my shoe choice for this trip as I was in some rather high cork wedge mules with no ankle straps. If you have never been to the Anne Frank House, you go up into the rooms they lived in and then descend a narrow staircase into a reflection room of sorts with copies of the diary in its various translations. As you get to this point everyone is quiet and the mood is sombre. Cue Mrs H, as she misses the top step of the staircase and launches her shoes down the stairs whilst she slides down on her back to meet them.

My mother pretended not to know me.

Few years later, and I met Mr H. Our first week long holiday was to Waxham in Norfolk. We had just been given a second hand tent, which I think you’ll agree was pretty awesome :

See? Pretty!

It was a great holiday, the weather was sunny and warm all day and as we were sorting dinner out it would throw it down with a bit of thunder and lightening, and then dry up and be a nice evening.

But what made this holiday stand out for me was the flies. At first there were just a few flies, and we thought the sheep in the field next door was the cause. We bought flystrips and citronella coils to try and get rid of these beasties, to no avail.

One day we came back to find our sleeping area buzzing with about a hundred flies. We shooed them out and tried to find out why they were so attracted to the sleeping area and then we found the problem.

What we thought was mud on the groundsheet had in fact been chocolate fragments, left by the previous occupant. As we had slept in the tent, our body heat had melted it and made it a fly haven. After we cleaned it out the flies were still a bit confused, so we had to move our tent to leave them behind.

However, to make things simpler, we just picked up a leg of the tent and “walked” it across the field. I wish we’d had a picture of this.

So what are your favourite holiday memories?

Why Mrs H Can’t Go On Holiday for More Than 10 Days

Posted On 23/07/2012

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With the current heatwave reminding me of our holiday in May, I thought I would treat you to some of my other holiday memories.

A little known fact about me is that I cannot go on holiday for more than 10 days without disastrous results. Mr H, and as I am sure many of you, did not believe in my curse and we duly booked a fortnight skiing in Breckenridge a few years back.

Day 1 – we decide to go out and get our ski legs after dealing with the altitude sickness. We ended up going down a run which I was not up to the level of, due to misinformation. After gaining speed on the slope and unable to control my descent, I tried to turn and ended up doing a 180 and faceplanting into the mountain, losing consciousness for a few moments. (NB – This is why you need to wear a helmet when skiing!)

I then spent the first week of the holiday laid up with a sprained knee due to my graceful starfish in the snow.

Me on the Snowflake Run, week 2 of the holiday

This all started when I was little and on a trip to Menorca, cut my toe open. I still remember walking back up to the apartment trailing blood behind me.

The next family trip was to Bulgaria where I cracked my head open. I was at a children’s club at another hotel and there was a mass pillow fight on stacks of old sofas (gotta love health and safety?!?!?). Ironically I was actually getting down to protect my glasses when a sofa cushion came hurtling towards me and propelled me backwards onto a power box.

Me wearing a lovely (!) hat because I couldn’t get my hair wet after the accident

The next injury was chipping my tooth in Gran Canaria. The water slide in the resort was made of stone and I went down head first, emerging with a chunk missing from my front tooth.

Thankfully, we didn’t go on any more fortnight holidays so the curse was abated.

Although it appears, looking back, I always seem to have some sort of minor injury whilst I’m away – but the worst ones are in that 10 day plus holiday bracket.

Is anyone else as accident prone as I am?