Seen outside the cemetery in Mellieħa, Malta in December 2011:
(C) for the photo: Andreas Moser
Last week, I spent a sunny December day on Malta‘s west coast, hiking through Il-Majjistral Nature and History Park and along Anchor Bay. I set out at Għajn Tuffieħa / Golden Bay and made my way north through this barren landscape:
There is more vegetation than first meets the eye, and even some dwellings where you could seek shelter if you got lost and had to spend a night.
All the colours found in this nature reserve are represented in this photo:
I was drawn to the rugged coastline which I walked along dangerously close to the edge of the cliffs.
This is me, only a few feet away from falling down into the Mediterranean Sea:
By the way, just because this area is a nature reserve apparently doesn’t mean that there is no hunting, as these bullet casings demonstrate:
Towards the northern end of Il-Majjistral Nature and History Park, I made my way down to Anchor Bay where I wanted to get as close as possible to the powerful waves.
Both the wind and the waves were ferocious and I enjoyed watching and feeling these forces of nature, before I stumbled – on the other side of Anchor Bay – upon the cute village of Sweethaven, also known as Popeye Village. (A separate blog post about this will follow soon.)
(C) for all photos: Andreas Moser
I hope you have enjoyed my previous photos of Valletta. I stayed in Malta’s capital city for the evening, to take more photos of this beautiful and romantic city for you:
As you see, the city seemed to be empty at night. I was the only person walking through the narrow streets.
Only this spooky shadow followed me around on my tour:
(c) for all photos: Andreas Moser
Yesterday, I visited Valletta, Malta’s capital city.
Valletta is the smallest capital city of any EU member state, measuring just 600m by 1000m and with a population of around 6,000.
My arrival in Valletta coincided with a Scout music band marching along Triq ir-Repubblika (Republic Street) which already put me in a good mood because I love the sound of bagpipes.
Valletta was only built in 1566 to protect Malta against a Turkish invasion (this was after the Great Siege of 1565). It was the first planned city in Europe with a grid system of streets (see map above). The long straight streets allow the cooling sea breeze to circulate, serving like an air conditioning system for the whole city.
It’s easy to walk through the whole city in a few hours. You will come across everything from grandiose sights
to shops (and a cinema) that throw you back in time by 50 years:
Even the residential buildings are beautiful, with their countless bay windows and balconies.
Despite its small size, there are several parks to have a rest underneath trees and next to water fountains, primarily the Lower and Upper Barrakka Gardens and Hastings Gardens.
Overall, I found Valletta a relaxed and slow city which is maybe best summed up by the following picture:
I stayed in Valletta for the evening after sunset and I will share these photos in a separate post “Valletta at Night“.
(This article was featured on Hopper.)
And what have we achieved?
The government finances aren’t in any better state:
And now the most dangerous numbers of all:
While the withdrawal of Western forces will not automatically mean the withdrawal of developmental aid, I predict that most foreign aid agencies will leave soon thereafter as their staff will get kidnapped, attacked and killed in larger numbers. We can of course still transfer money to the Afghan government, but the record of the past 10 years doesn’t make me optimistic about the sensible use of this money by President Karzai’s government or whoever will be in power after ISAF will leave.
The current massive spending by international aid agencies and foreign military certainly crowds out some local spending and investment that might otherwise happen, but the hypothetical GDP per capita without foreign aid is nonetheless a shocking number to keep in mind: 27 $ per year.
Sorry Afghanistan, but I really can’t be optimistic about your future; try as I might.
The Times of Malta reports:
A group o 152 sub-saharan Africans will be leaving Malta to embark on a new life in Germany on Tuesday.
All had arrived in Malta after the outbreak of the crisis in Libya. They are 43 men, 73 women and 36 children from Somalia, Eritrea, Ethiopia and Sudan.
Most of them already have family ties in Germany.
In recent months the refugees participated in “cultural orientation courses” and received information about life in Germany.
Basic German language courses were offered and the German community in Malta donated warm winter clothing.
The refugees will be flown to Nuremberg on a charter flight and from there they will be allocated to different areas in Germany.
Their first targets will be to learn German, take part in integration courses and find an appropriate job. During this transitional period they will be accommodated and financially supported.
In the last two years some 81,000 asylum seekers arrived in Germany. Some 300 refugees were relocated to Germany from Malta in recent years.
In return, Malta has agreed to accept one immigrant from Germany and I have volunteered to make this move to Malta.
Between all parties involved, the Republic of Malta, the Federal Republic of Germany, the African refugees and myself, I can’t help but think that I got the best deal out of this whole affair.
Can this timing be coincidence?
Only two days after I announced my plan to move to Malta, a car bomb detonated this morning in the town of Hamrun in otherwise very peaceful Malta.
The timing of the explosion seems suspicious. Are Maltese terrorists trying to prevent me from coming to the island? Is it a warning? – They won’t be able to dissuade me from coming to beautiful Malta!
If I continue to attract bombs and other mayhem like thus far in my life, I might be able to negotiate a ransom from countries by promising not to move there.
When a man is tired of London, he is tired of life; for there is in London all that life can afford,
said Samuel Johnson in 1777.
I have been living in London for two years now and it is a remarkable city. The most international, cosmopolitan city in Europe with a myriad of cultural and intellectual offers every day. This August, it even got exciting enough for me for a few days thanks to the London riots.
The almost limitless range of possibilities that London offers is a trap into which many Londoners fall: They stay in London year after year because there is always something going on, a new museum to visit, a new show to watch, some new building or park to admire, a constant influx of new people of course, now the Olympics are next, and so on. Because of this constant array of attractions and events, many Londoners think this city is the centre of the world. Too often I have heard “I would never want to live anywhere else” from people who have actually never even been anywhere else.
But there is a big world out there, and it’s time to get travelling again. Because as Confucius said:
They must often change who want to be constant in happiness or wisdom.
In line with my life plan to move to a different country every two years at the latest, it’s now time for me to move again.
After two years in a metropolis with 8 million inhabitants on a rainy island in Northern Europe, I thought a good next stop would be a small, sunny, sparsely populated island in the Mediterranean: I will move to Malta in December 2011.
Malta is the smallest member state of the European Union, both in size (316 km²) and population (416,000).
It is located south of Sicily and is the sunniest and warmest European country. It is actually further south than Tunis, Algiers, Tangier, Aleppo or Mosul. It has the perfect climate to spend the upcoming winter months.
It will be perfect to relax, concentrate on my studies, but also to explore the history, the culture and the nature of this island. And thanks to its central location in the Mediterranean, it’s a good base for exploring Sicily and North Africa.
So, enjoy your winter! I’ll be sitting here, reading a book and smoking a cigar:
Why don’t you come for a visit?
If you always thought that “Be nice to people on your way up, because you might meet them on your way down” is a silly saying, you might want to consider the following case in point, brought to us by Muammar Gaddafi of Libya:


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You won’t forget this rule ever again, will you?
After a mere 300 years, the United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland has found the time to modernise the laws on royal succession:
If you are now overwhelmed in the light of so much modernisation, equality and progress, I will have to dampen the joy a bit:
“With these sons, you HAVE to stick to the throne as long as possible.”
“That’s not what I had in mind.”
Princesses being able to become rulers without democratic legitimation, is no reason to celebrate. Especially not in 2011 and in a country that still doesn’t have a codified constitution.
(Es gibt eine deutsche Version dieses Artikels.)