The Adventures of Getting to Malta

Where to begin… honestly this might end up being a series of posts. Plus, that way, I can put more pictures up, but if you want to see the rest of them, they’re on Facebook!
On the way there, the bus from Aix that we were going to take to the airport decided to not come. Seriously, we have the worst luck in the world when it comes to the buses here. So we waited until the last possible minute and then hopped in a cab that took us to the airport. From there, we were pretty much running through security, but we made it to our plane on time. This was our first Ryanair experience, and it’s really just like a bus that flies. There are no assigned seats, there are no beverages (well there are if you want to pay for them), the seats don’t recline; there are no radios in the armrest, etc. No frills basically, but when you’re getting flights for 30 euros, you can’t expect a ton of comfort.
Unfortunately, there was a group of about 30 15-year olds on our flight who proceeded to yell to each other across the aisles during the whole flight. Also, one of them had never been on a plane before and felt it was appropriate to scream. Not the most peaceful flight of my life. The girl in front of us kept turning around and yelling to someone in the back of the plane, “Ca va, Pierre?! Ca va?!” Yes, dammit, Pierre is ca va haha.
But we landed and we made it. That’s all I can ask for! We took a taxi to the city we were staying in, St. Juliens, and it turned out that our hostel was closed. When I booked it, I made a note that we would not be getting into town until about 11pm. Of course, when we show up, there is no one there, there is no note, there is no key, there is no phone number. So we creeped around the office for a while until we decided that there was no way we could stay there. We wandered to the Intercontinental Hotel because it was the biggest one we could see and we figured that they would at least be helpful and have some advice, even if they didn’t have a room for us. Luckily, they were super nice and we did end up booking a room there which was one of the greatest choices of the whole trip. Honestly, they had the best hotel staff I have ever seen. The hotel was beautiful and huge; we stayed on the 12th floor, and it only cost us 40 euros each for the night. So we spent a great night in the Intercontinental Hotel in Malta.
Alright, to be continued in the next post so I can put up more pictures haha.