Kittens in Gozo…
I sat on a wall admiring the view when I was staying in Xaghra. I heard some meowing coming from the hedgerow below. It was very faint and I wasn’t quite sure where it was coming from.
I decided to get a big stick and try to separate the hedgerow to see if i could find where the sound was coming from. As I poked the bushes I heard another cat meowing and realised there was more than one in there somewhere. I wondered if maybe a cat had given birth in there.
A little while later, I spotted a plastic bag off to the left. I poked it with the stick and it felt like there was some meat or something in there. I began to climb down the wall so I could get closer to the bag.
I was then joined by some tourists who asked me what i was doing. They got involved and held onto my arm while I fished out the plastic bag.
I managed to hook it with the stick and put it on the wall. One of the girls opened the knot on top. There were two sheets of newspaper inside which we unwrapped to reveal two tiny kittens clutching onto each other for dear life.
I asked the tourists if there was anywhere we could take them but they said there would be no such place in Gozo. We found a clearing within the hedgerow and lay the newspaper out flat so they could at least breathe freely.
I made the decision to walk away then as I didn’t know what else I could do.
I don’t know their fate after that…
Breadman of Xaghra…
While we were waiting at this bus stop in Xaghra…
We saw the breadman out on his daily delivery.
He drives his van around the town and beeps at every street corner .
The people come out of their houses with bags and buy fresh bread and cakes from him.
Some people didn’t come out, they had left empty bags hanging on a nail outside their front doors and the Breadman filled it up with bread for them to bring inside later.
Dogs of Gozo…
I love dogs.
When I was in Gozo I found myself taking more photos of the dogs than of the scenery. Most of the dogs used to hang out on the roofs of the houses and they would look down at you and give you a few barks as you were walking past just to show who’s boss.
Good Guard Dog - Angry Bark - Xaghra, Gozo
Dog at Dusk - Xaghra, Gozo
The envy of all dogs - Xaghra, Gozo
Best looking dog in the neighbourhood - Xaghra, Gozo
Feisty Dog from afar - Xaghra, Gozo
Cute little dog - Xaghra, Gozo
Dog on Balcony - Xaghra, Gozo
Dog on Balcony, Gozo
Dog on distant Roof - On way to Ramla Bay, Gozo
Clean up after your dog!
Go to Gozo…
I am just back from Gozo!
It’s one of the Maltese Islands, south of Sicily… I would definitely recommend visiting the island if you are looking for a quiet getaway.
The first thing that I pointed at after I hopped off the plane were the giant cacti…
Cacti in Gozo
It is everywhere!
You would expect the land to be barren when you see all the cacti growing and it is in places, but it is surprisingly green everywhere else. Every corner of every field is blooming with cabbage, potatoes, figs, lemons, artichokes and other things I didn’t recognise.
The roads are quiet and perfect for long meandering walks, all you can hear are birds, loads of birds and would you blame them for hanging around Gozo when the land looks like this:
Gozo Fields
This is a very Catholic island… The first give-away are the names of the houses; they are all named after Saints. I passed this house which was called “St Joseph” and another called ”In God we trust” and they often have a plagues like this on the front of the house too…
Holy Plaque in Gozo
One thing you sense immediately is how safe the place is. I passed several cars with the keys left in the ignition. The front doors of houses had keys left in them too… even the shops…
Keys left in the door - Gozo
Wherever you have Catholism in large doses, you have supressed sexuality; I found this torn porno magazine discarded in a hedge at the side of the road. Torn up in shame I imagine; guilt and shame…
Porno Mag in Gozo
The people of Gozo are warm and friendly.
Gozo (Malta) joined the EU in 2004 and they are now using the euro so it’s handy for the other countries in Europe.
English is their second language and all of the signs are in english. This makes it easy for dopey tourists like myself. The food is outstanding… They are fond of eating rabbits. I reckon they should start eating cats as the island is rampant with them… rampant!
