Thursday 27th September
A routine forms
We fall in to a pattern of meeting up each morning for breakfast at the larger apartment. Jennifer does a good job keeping the fridge stocked.
A cup of tea, food, a chat, and a dip in the pool is a very pleasant way to start the day.
We enjoy the pool in the hotel complex. The pool is surrounded with sun-loungers, populated with "family units." The other holidaymakers look on amid mutterings of:
"Why have those two women got seven men?
They were probably apprehensive about potential drunken rowdiness, and disturbed nights. No, they would have no problems from the Nutters.
Maky camps it up a bit - just to wind up the tourists. Every time he gets into the pool, he screams like a girl.
Bernie and I planned to rise early so we could re-organise the cars. Our appointment at Avis is for 8:30. After a leisurely breakfast we get there at 10:00. We are late. It doesn't matter: we're in Malta.
We upgrade the 3 door car to a 5 door. Still no air con. Dave and Maky are added to the list of "named drivers".
The extra drivers are a useful backup, although I'm happy to drive - I enjoy the madness.
We return to Bugibba for a session in the hotel bar. Our conversations deteriorate from PGP keys to RFC's for tele-orgasmics, and beyond.
We retire to our rooms. Tonight it's the turn of one of my electronic appliances to disturb us. My radio chooses to wake us up with fading short-wave strains of "Land of Hope and Glory" emanating from my locked suitcase. Spooky.
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