Private school meals

Clearly, Tom, you have no idea of the quality of garbage they served up in my old school. Unless, of course, you’re partial to mushy peas and slurry curry.

Gozo is green(ish) and worth a visit. Remember the cart tracks – you can’t swim in them or eat them but they’re the most interesting thing I remember about Malta.

Cheap deals

Those were the cheap deals! I’ll take another look; but ninety percent of fares on line seems to be ex London.

hmm. hows aboout last minute dot com? surely you can find some sort of cheap deal with your searching skills! what about cook islands? the trouble is you have to fly to oz to get the cheap flights. in taupo at the moment. much fun.
julio

Flights

Looks like around NZ $1000 to both places. www.bali.co.nz has 13 nights in Bali from $1079, including hotel. Another site has Fiji at $990, without hotel.
It’s not easy finding NZ places; all google searches seem to lead to London!
Poke around in travel agents; or look in local rags. Flights seem to be much cheaper from Oz.

Hello

We’re in Malta in a very hot sunny and not especially interesting island. It has beaches but instead of sand they have hard “moon rock” so as to cause pain unto the foot area and make swimming unadvisable.

I have managed to get fairly sunburnt and eat lots of English food which is practically all they have here. The hotel serves Brit school dinner type food to the standard of private schools rather than standard though – i.e slightly better.
Malta is very full of people and increbidly busy. It has interesting buildings if you are the sort of dullard who wishes to look at buildings. There is very little greenery sadly.

We have had a fairly quality trip however to a tiny island with a Blue Lagoon which one could swim and snorkal in.

Nicky please call my mum and dad and tell them to go onto the internet and read this as they will probably be interested.
(I shall be back on Sunday and am driving from Sasha’s house)

tr

Big end

All we can fervently hope is that this woman, on arriving in Auckland, finds the friend of a friend wafting a meagre $600 in her face, talking of a suspicious sounding ‘big end’. (A useful ploy, at any time. A ‘big end’ is a bit of the car that starts making thumping sounds when it’s getting old and tired and about to ‘go’ but that it is difficult for anyone to know if they are hearing or imagining; so mentioning it suggests you might, possibly, know what you’re on about. You can, at least, unless he or she is a bone fide mechanic, know the seller won’t know, one way or another.)