Malta is a unique country.
One thing caught my eye was at the airport: we got of the plane by stairs directly on the ground, and then a special bus took us to the airport. In France, it’s different. We have fancy gates that lead to a piloted arm to get in the plane. But here, we get off by stairs and go to a special bus.
When we left the airport, a shuttle was waiting for us. It was there to drive us to our guest houses.
Benjamin and I where assigned to the house of a lady called Mrs Smeets, Josephine. She showed us around her house, and show us our bedroom . (See below)
After we unpacked our stuff, she advised us to look for the school with some quick instructions. On our way, we noticed damaged roads and a lot of trash in the street… Maybe they take it on Mondays here.
Let’s see what tomorrow is made of.
