Bow of local fishing boat, registered in Valetta, Malta
Maltese Guard Dog, he does not look like a Maltese Breed
Proud Bar owner
Repairing Nets
The harbour is filled with fishing boats of course, and a good number of pleasure craft as well. A few smaller ferries wait for passengers to hop over to nearby Comino, another island with only 4 permanent residents. It looks as if it also had a sizeable hotel adjacent to its protected bay, so temporary residents will probably increase the number of inhabitants during summer vacation season.
I admired the colourful fishing boats with their blunt bows, some adorned with a gondola like vertical bowsprit.
I found a tiny shady corner, which turned out to be the local fishermen's 'refreshment' hang out. A couple of chairs and tables, a larger room where the bar ingredients were located, together with family photos, and a few empty milk crates in the back yards. End of luxury.
The owner welcomed me, his dog jumped on a chair beside the one I took. Doggie promptly went to sleep, and the frriendly owner brought me a beer.
My only other co-guest was an old fishermen. And he was spending time in this den of iniquity, because his fishing boat was on the dry in the yard next door, to have a few problems fixed.
Nobody else there, as no one walked along the water front, which did not have inviting signs for souvenir shops or 'typical restaurants' anywhere along its seawall. Quite a fitting last hurrah before joining the all aboard tender to transfer back to Prinsendam.
