Yes, I know. Now settle down and stop grumbling.
I know it is cultural imperialism to mock foreign languages, but really. I ask you. Maltese. It's impossible.
Apparently it is a mixture of Arabic, Italian, Spanish and English. And they have extra letters in their alphabet. It sounds very odd, because it's completely incomprehensible and then there's a completely English phrase in the middle of it like "Ok then, see you later" or "big football match tonight" or "here's the bus now".
Very unsettling, you're never quite sure if the person is talking to you or not, and the temptation is to respond to the English bits.
As is my wont, I took photos of signs that took my fancy.
This one was at the airport, just a little bit along from where someone was using an angle grinder, sending huge fountains of sparks all over the arrivals hall. Perhaps they were cutting up contraband chicken.
This one was in the museum. And I thought our Imperial/Metric confusion was bad.
I liked this one very much.
"No, sorry, you can't park here."
"But I have fish to hawk!"
"Oh, I beg your pardon, please, be my guest."
This one was in the prison museum, to stop numpties defacing the old graffiti on the walls, left by generations of prisoners. But I do like the idea of being surveilled. It sounds so mysterious.
This one is of the dive boat sailing away, leaving me marooned on Comino like a queasy Ben Gunn.
And this one is of my feet, after I realised I had burnt them whilst barfing over the side of said dive boat.
This is a small stone model of a nougat vendor. The obvious choice of subject for a stonemason with time on his hands.
And if you can get this on a triple word score in Scrabble, you're laughing.
There. I might do some more if I can be arsed. You know, scenery and that.