Go Back   English Forum Switzerland > Help & tips > Leaving Switzerland
Reply
 
Thread Tools Display Modes
  #21  
Old 25.11.2013, 16:35
cannut's Avatar
Forum Legend
 
Join Date: Jul 2008
Location: canada
Posts: 6,446
Groaned at 175 Times in 135 Posts
Thanked 5,517 Times in 3,043 Posts
cannut has a reputation beyond reputecannut has a reputation beyond reputecannut has a reputation beyond reputecannut has a reputation beyond reputecannut has a reputation beyond reputecannut has a reputation beyond repute
Re: How do you make a Maltese cross…..?

They waiting for you ,You lucky Bas
ler
Reply With Quote
  #22  
Old 25.11.2013, 17:07
hannah'sauntie's Avatar
Forum Legend
 
Join Date: Jan 2010
Location: Baden
Posts: 4,372
Groaned at 25 Times in 23 Posts
Thanked 5,887 Times in 2,674 Posts
hannah'sauntie has a reputation beyond reputehannah'sauntie has a reputation beyond reputehannah'sauntie has a reputation beyond reputehannah'sauntie has a reputation beyond reputehannah'sauntie has a reputation beyond reputehannah'sauntie has a reputation beyond repute
Re: How do you make a Maltese cross…..?

Well done Slammer, you deserve some good news!
Malta's gain is Switzerland's loss, I do hope you will continue to post on EF.
Reply With Quote
  #23  
Old 25.11.2013, 17:15
Forum Legend
 
Join Date: May 2010
Location: north
Posts: 6,134
Groaned at 226 Times in 146 Posts
Thanked 5,094 Times in 2,632 Posts
rob1 has a reputation beyond reputerob1 has a reputation beyond reputerob1 has a reputation beyond reputerob1 has a reputation beyond reputerob1 has a reputation beyond reputerob1 has a reputation beyond repute
Re: How do you make a Maltese cross…..?

I know quiteva few coppers there, if I find then private contacts ill forward them to you... they like to go out.
Reply With Quote
  #24  
Old 10.12.2013, 00:24
slammer's Avatar
Forum Legend
 
Join Date: Jul 2009
Location: Lummerland
Posts: 3,662
Groaned at 79 Times in 58 Posts
Thanked 5,789 Times in 2,131 Posts
slammer has a reputation beyond reputeslammer has a reputation beyond reputeslammer has a reputation beyond reputeslammer has a reputation beyond reputeslammer has a reputation beyond reputeslammer has a reputation beyond repute
Re: How do you make a Maltese cross…..?

..likkle update...
I set off this morning from Basel, and needed to to the alpine transit before dusk and the re-freezing of the damp roads, I got iced out just short of the Gotthard but managed to get to Milan and onto the A7 to Genova before I got caught in icy, very dense fog, freezing fog with zero visability and dark and Italian drivers are not compatible with Slammer and the pig, so I Holed up just past Pavia for bed and pizza and a rough bathtub red and grappa.
I will hit the ferry from Genua to Palermo for the 23.00 sailing tuesday, then ride around Sicily to Pozzallo and the ferry to Valetta.
Wish me luck.
Reply With Quote
The following 16 users would like to thank slammer for this useful post:
  #25  
Old 10.12.2013, 00:28
grumpygrapefruit's Avatar
Forum Legend
 
Join Date: Feb 2007
Location: Mostly Zurich
Posts: 5,047
Groaned at 29 Times in 28 Posts
Thanked 12,330 Times in 3,169 Posts
grumpygrapefruit has a reputation beyond reputegrumpygrapefruit has a reputation beyond reputegrumpygrapefruit has a reputation beyond reputegrumpygrapefruit has a reputation beyond reputegrumpygrapefruit has a reputation beyond reputegrumpygrapefruit has a reputation beyond repute
Re: How do you make a Maltese cross…..?

Quote:
View Post
..likkle update...
I set off this morning from Basel, and needed to to the alpine transit before dusk and the re-freezing of the damp roads, I got iced out just short of the Gotthard but managed to get to Milan and onto the A7 to Genova before I got caught in icy, very dense fog, freezing fog with zero visability and dark and Italian drivers are not compatible with Slammer and the pig, so I Holed up just past Pavia for bed and pizza and a rough bathtub red and grappa.
I will hit the ferry from Genua to Palermo for the 23.00 sailing tuesday, then ride around Sicily to Pozzallo and the ferry to Valetta.
Wish me luck.
Good luck buddy and keep us updated. Stay safe on the trip!
Reply With Quote
The following 2 users would like to thank grumpygrapefruit for this useful post:
  #26  
Old 10.12.2013, 02:10
Sbrinz's Avatar
Forum Legend
 
Join Date: Oct 2011
Location: Murten - Morat
Posts: 10,970
Groaned at 542 Times in 342 Posts
Thanked 10,577 Times in 5,409 Posts
Sbrinz has a reputation beyond reputeSbrinz has a reputation beyond reputeSbrinz has a reputation beyond reputeSbrinz has a reputation beyond reputeSbrinz has a reputation beyond reputeSbrinz has a reputation beyond repute
Re: How do you make a Maltese cross…..?

Good luck Slammer, I believe you tried really hard to find some work in Switzerland.
This country is so against employing good people over 45 years of age, such a waste!

Let's hope the Iron Pig takes to the warmer weather, and enjoys life there too.
Reply With Quote
The following 5 users would like to thank Sbrinz for this useful post:
  #27  
Old 11.12.2013, 01:14
miniMia's Avatar
Forum Legend
 
Join Date: Apr 2007
Location: romandie
Posts: 8,852
Groaned at 86 Times in 77 Posts
Thanked 7,398 Times in 3,732 Posts
miniMia has a reputation beyond reputeminiMia has a reputation beyond reputeminiMia has a reputation beyond reputeminiMia has a reputation beyond reputeminiMia has a reputation beyond reputeminiMia has a reputation beyond repute
Re: How do you make a Maltese cross…..?

Quote:
View Post
..likkle update...
I set off this morning from Basel, and needed to to the alpine transit before dusk and the re-freezing of the damp roads, I got iced out just short of the Gotthard but managed to get to Milan and onto the A7 to Genova before I got caught in icy, very dense fog, freezing fog with zero visability and dark and Italian drivers are not compatible with Slammer and the pig, so I Holed up just past Pavia for bed and pizza and a rough bathtub red and grappa.
I will hit the ferry from Genua to Palermo for the 23.00 sailing tuesday, then ride around Sicily to Pozzallo and the ferry to Valetta.
Wish me luck.
Valetta is beautiful. Be careful on your journey! All the best.
Reply With Quote
This user would like to thank miniMia for this useful post:
  #28  
Old 11.12.2013, 18:24
eng_ch's Avatar
Forum Veteran
 
Join Date: Nov 2005
Location: Richterswil
Posts: 1,282
Groaned at 4 Times in 4 Posts
Thanked 1,044 Times in 572 Posts
eng_ch has a reputation beyond reputeeng_ch has a reputation beyond reputeeng_ch has a reputation beyond reputeeng_ch has a reputation beyond reputeeng_ch has a reputation beyond repute
Re: How do you make a Maltese cross…..?

Congratulations on the job! What a shame you've had to leave the country though. Switzerland's loss is Malta's gain.
Reply With Quote
  #29  
Old 11.12.2013, 18:57
Oldhand's Avatar
Forum Legend
 
Join Date: Apr 2006
Location: Zürich
Posts: 3,832
Groaned at 20 Times in 19 Posts
Thanked 6,093 Times in 1,907 Posts
Oldhand has a reputation beyond reputeOldhand has a reputation beyond reputeOldhand has a reputation beyond reputeOldhand has a reputation beyond reputeOldhand has a reputation beyond reputeOldhand has a reputation beyond repute
Re: How do you make a Maltese cross…..?

Hi Slammer, looking forward to the next up date! Have you had the rabbit yet?
Reply With Quote
  #30  
Old 11.12.2013, 21:11
Forum Veteran
 
Join Date: Feb 2009
Location: Geneva
Posts: 548
Groaned at 18 Times in 8 Posts
Thanked 491 Times in 223 Posts
Marsalforn has an excellent reputationMarsalforn has an excellent reputationMarsalforn has an excellent reputationMarsalforn has an excellent reputation
Re: How do you make a Maltese cross…..?

Drink Kinnie, go to Marsaxlokk Sunday market, laze in the crystal clear blue lagoon, check out the Caravaggios in St Johns co-cathedral, take the ferry from Valletta to Sliema, go to any village feast in the summer, swim from Delimara, love Gozo, go to the opera in the Manoel theatre, eat at Rubinos in Valletta, see the Hypogeum, an amazing world heritage site, have cheesecake every day, explore the citadel in Victoria, Gozo, chill in Mdina, the silent city, dive in azure waters, enjoy a different church for every day of the year.....

God, I hate Malta!
Reply With Quote
This user would like to thank Marsalforn for this useful post:
  #31  
Old 11.12.2013, 22:06
Sky's Avatar
Sky Sky is offline
Forum Legend
 
Join Date: Apr 2009
Location: Somewhere special far away
Posts: 3,744
Groaned at 43 Times in 29 Posts
Thanked 5,305 Times in 2,086 Posts
Sky has a reputation beyond reputeSky has a reputation beyond reputeSky has a reputation beyond reputeSky has a reputation beyond reputeSky has a reputation beyond reputeSky has a reputation beyond repute
Re: How do you make a Maltese cross…..?

May the road rise up to meet you.
May the wind be always at your back.
May the sun shine warm upon your face;
the rains fall soft upon your fields,
may God hold you in the palm of His hand.
traditional gaelic blessing

Have a safe journey slammer.
Reply With Quote
  #32  
Old 11.12.2013, 22:21
slammer's Avatar
Forum Legend
 
Join Date: Jul 2009
Location: Lummerland
Posts: 3,662
Groaned at 79 Times in 58 Posts
Thanked 5,789 Times in 2,131 Posts
slammer has a reputation beyond reputeslammer has a reputation beyond reputeslammer has a reputation beyond reputeslammer has a reputation beyond reputeslammer has a reputation beyond reputeslammer has a reputation beyond repute
Re: How do you make a Maltese cross…..?

Landed in Palermo and disembarked into Palermo rushhour traffic.
My oh my, what a steep learning curve, traffic rules are more like "guide-lines" and as for road markings? Why waste perfectly good paint.
When the powers that where designed the BMW LT1100, model ´94 (aka Iron Pig) they installed the loudest, most humungous horn in the BMW arsenal, I had to fumble for the button but when it went off my street cred rose exponatially, I now have a new toy, much better fun than mearly the winker.
Reply With Quote
The following 9 users would like to thank slammer for this useful post:
  #33  
Old 12.12.2013, 15:50
Forum Veteran
 
Join Date: Feb 2009
Location: Geneva
Posts: 548
Groaned at 18 Times in 8 Posts
Thanked 491 Times in 223 Posts
Marsalforn has an excellent reputationMarsalforn has an excellent reputationMarsalforn has an excellent reputationMarsalforn has an excellent reputation
Re: How do you make a Maltese cross…..?

Maltese driving is much better than that!

Hee! Hee! I will have my little joke. Maltese never even read the guidelines.
Reply With Quote
The following 2 users would like to thank Marsalforn for this useful post:
  #34  
Old 12.12.2013, 15:59
User's Avatar
Forum Veteran
 
Join Date: Jan 2013
Location: ZH
Posts: 988
Groaned at 9 Times in 8 Posts
Thanked 866 Times in 427 Posts
User has a reputation beyond reputeUser has a reputation beyond reputeUser has a reputation beyond reputeUser has a reputation beyond repute
Re: How do you make a Maltese cross…..?

Whoaaaa! I missed your original news. Good luck in sunny Malta
Reply With Quote
  #35  
Old 12.12.2013, 16:19
cannut's Avatar
Forum Legend
 
Join Date: Jul 2008
Location: canada
Posts: 6,446
Groaned at 175 Times in 135 Posts
Thanked 5,517 Times in 3,043 Posts
cannut has a reputation beyond reputecannut has a reputation beyond reputecannut has a reputation beyond reputecannut has a reputation beyond reputecannut has a reputation beyond reputecannut has a reputation beyond repute
Re: How do you make a Maltese cross…..?

Quote:
View Post
Landed in Palermo and disembarked into Palermo rushhour traffic.
My oh my, what a steep learning curve, traffic rules are more like "guide-lines" and as for road markings? Why waste perfectly good paint.
When the powers that where designed the BMW LT1100, model ´94 (aka Iron Pig) they installed the loudest, most humungous horn in the BMW arsenal, I had to fumble for the button but when it went off my street cred rose exponatially, I now have a new toy, much better fun than mearly the winker.
Noting , but the finest all you need is a sidecar for all the girls in malta
Reply With Quote
The following 2 users would like to thank cannut for this useful post:
  #36  
Old 01.01.2014, 15:11
Oldhand's Avatar
Forum Legend
 
Join Date: Apr 2006
Location: Zürich
Posts: 3,832
Groaned at 20 Times in 19 Posts
Thanked 6,093 Times in 1,907 Posts
Oldhand has a reputation beyond reputeOldhand has a reputation beyond reputeOldhand has a reputation beyond reputeOldhand has a reputation beyond reputeOldhand has a reputation beyond reputeOldhand has a reputation beyond repute
Re: How do you make a Maltese cross…..?

Still waiting for an update Slammer! How's it going love?
Happy New Year!
Reply With Quote
  #37  
Old 02.01.2014, 11:15
slammer's Avatar
Forum Legend
 
Join Date: Jul 2009
Location: Lummerland
Posts: 3,662
Groaned at 79 Times in 58 Posts
Thanked 5,789 Times in 2,131 Posts
slammer has a reputation beyond reputeslammer has a reputation beyond reputeslammer has a reputation beyond reputeslammer has a reputation beyond reputeslammer has a reputation beyond reputeslammer has a reputation beyond repute
Re: How do you make a Maltese cross…..?

The Maltese chronicles.
It was time to let go, the removals guys were anting up and down the stairs lugging boxes, the house was being emptied plain cardboard box by plain cardboard box and there were dozens of them, Jakob, the landlord had managed to pack forty years of home away in cardboard, the contents of each and every box inventoried with his neat handwriting on a white label. These boxes here belonged in the living room, these boxes contained the kitchen, other boxes held papers and carefully wrapped knick knack from the Study, boxes full of bedroom, a boxed hallway, and boxes labelled "books" "Aa" through "Ac," "Ac" through "B," "D" through "E," boxes and boxes of books.

I had managed to do fifty of the eighty things that I had needed to do before blowing Basel for good, problem is that there are always another twenty things on top of the eighty that I simply had not thought about. To bad, what wasn't squared away by now wasn't gonna get done and what had not found room on Iron Pig was staying in Basel.


I tried to find room for everything, pack, unpack, try a different way, pack again, unpack and start from the beginning, there was simply no way to fit everything on the pig that I wanted to keep together myself, so even after I had consigned almost everything I owned to the bin, I still had to lose more and with a heavy heart I parted with another load of belongings.
At the end of the day it's only stuff.


I was still trying to decode the Rubik's cube puzzle of packing my meagre belongings onto the bike when Jakob came by to say goodbye and wish me a good and safe journey. Jakob is past eighty and holds a Professors title and two doctorates simply for the heck of it. The best way to describe Jakob is to picture Dr.Nefarious, you know, the mad scientist from Despicable Me, Jakob comes complete with white lab coat, coke-bottle-bottom glasses and stooped gait, all that is missing are the black rubber gloves, but I am sure that he has a pair someplace.
He gave me his copy of Homer's "Odyssey" by way of a parting gift, a nice gesture that I really appreciated, but he probably would never be able to comprehend the profound irony of his gift.
I found Theresa (aka Mad Landlady) to say goodbye, just as she was getting ready to go out, she was wearing a fur coat that must have looked good on some boney model on some cat walk in Milan way back in the day, on her however it looked as if this little old lady was being eaten by a humongous tribble, she also wore a large brimmed black hat with two bright red cotton cherries in the hatband.
"Mr Slammer" she wailed, deep anguish in her eyes, "they are taking my things and putting them in boxes, why are they doing this? I don't understand, It's terrible, they are my things."
I simply did not know what to say, how do you explain that her home has been bought by a immobile investment company happy to have purchased this prime location in the center of Basel and now really need to turn it into luxury apartments as soon as possible and that it's nothing personal, just business.
"I am going to the police now, this must stop immediately and I have written to the president, here, have a look"
She held three crumpled sheets of foolscap paper under my nose, written on a mechanical typewriter that had not seen a new ribbon for quite some time; the papers were full of random key-stokes, disjointed sentences and random words.
I realized that I was holding the swansong of a dying mind in my hands.
"The president will help me, won't he Mr Slammer?"
"I'm sure he will, I am leaving now and want to say goodbye"
"Yes, yes, goodbye, I'll tell you how it went this evening when you come home, it's terrible, all my things."
I watched her walk down the street and waited until she turned a corner, I fired up the pig and headed to the motorway for another roll of the dice in life's great game of chance, perhaps I'll get snake eyes this time.

Winter riding is a curious thing.
It is said that the three great emotions are a good dump, sheer terror and a orgasm, on a motorbike in the middle of winter you can get all three at once, your mind starts to run different scenarios on what can possibly go wrong, jump out at you and then kill or maim you most horribly.
Actually it's not quite true, I enjoy riding in winter, however I do find it quite demanding, there are just so many more things to look out for.
For instance!
I had calculated that I had a good six hours time to make the alpine transit before dark and the re-freezing of the run-off from melted ice, and although I had plenty of time I stepped up the gas, I raced past Luzern, past the lake and into the tunnel under the mighty Gotthard, a blinding white capped triangle of grey rock under a cerulean sky.


Past the Gotthard and the first of quite a few pit stops, fill the tin tank, empty the meat tank grab a coffee and a bit of warm. Slammer still till got a load of riding to do.

It was cold but nothing I can't easily handle, fog, on the other hand, I hate. Just past Milan in the Po valley it came, thick, viscous dense, cloying, nasty, grey, icy fog, the sun was going down and the pig was low on gas, clearly it was time to quit.
Thing was I couldn't see , not even the side of the road, I took the next exit from the Autostrada and hoped that I would chance upon a town or something before I ran out of gas.
But with the sun down it went very cold very fast, Iron Pig was starting to get a build up of ice around the fairing and there was ice on my helmet and jacket, also I feared the road was starting to ice up to boot, every now and then a sheet of ice would slide off the windshield with a papery crinkle sound.
But I found a petrol station and filled up, also the pump attendant directed me to a hotel located not too far away.
The next morning the fog was still thick and the short run to the Autostrada took quite some time, Italian truck drivers on a time schedule don't give a hoot if a puny motorbike gets in the way, they probably would not even feel the bump anyway and they must have a built in radar to be able to drive safely that fast, I however couldn't see a thing and cowed right at the very edge of the tarmac, flinching every time a overtaking lorry whooshed by.
I needed to get out of this blasted fog, I ached to get out of this wretched fog, I so longed to get out of this icy, freezing fog.
Instead it became denser and denser, then I remembered a trick my father taught me, "When you are in trouble in dense fog/rain/snow/hail/alien invasion/acts of god, snick up behind a lorry and stay in it's wind shadow!" So I found myself a lorry with a 40ft container on the flat bed that was going my way and snuggled right up it's ass, then I thought that it may not be the wisest course of action to follow the advice of a man who had by self admission broken every bone in his body by way of various motorbike accidents, so I backed off until I could just make out the rear fog lamps, that kinda worked until the bugger turned off at a gas station and I found myself flying blind,


A few hours more of this knife edge riding and I could just about make out a area of grey that was starting to become lighter and lighter, was that the sun? Come on, put some welly in it, burn baby burn.

At last the fog dissipated and I reached Genova and the ferry to Palermo on Sicily. Actually I had arrived mid day and the ferry did not leave until eight in the evening, I have been to Genova quite a few times and I know it well, it's not a pretty place so I stayed near the ferry terminal, reading and dozing, kicking stones into the harbour and being generally bored out of my skull.
The ferry was nice enough, one of these jobbies that are half dedicated to lorry trailer and container transport and the other half for passengers, their cars and a motorbike.


I don't usually book ahead as a rule because I don't like having to ride under pressure, I'll book when I arrive, but I do know the prices and for 30 Euro plus I got me a cabin all for myself, a total of 150 Euros for me, the bike and a bunk, a price as good a it gets for a 22 hour cruise down the boot of Italy.

"Futility!"
My war cry echoed through the cavernous hold of the ferry as I disembarked into Palermo evening rush hour traffic, quite a steep learning curve if I may say so, most cars had a collection of random dents and smashed lights, and I soon realized, that traffic rules are more like guide lines and the road markings simply a waste of perfectly good paint, for most part the drivers, totally unaware that there may be other people on roads, carried on driving the way they had done since the days of the Romans, arguing with their spouses, clipping their kids around the ears, talking on the phone or eating, sometimes all at once, but Iron pig has a secret weapon, the loudest horn in the BMW arsenal and boy did I make use of it, my street cred rose exponentially when I flamed that bad boy off.


A first glimpse of Sicily, from the deck of the ferry it looked as if the Island was having a storm, but the closer the ship go to Palermo the clearer the skies became and a Mediterranean dusk brought in the night.
Little was I aware of the chewing I would get at the hands of Palermo traffic
.

I made it through and out into the countryside and before long I found myself riding on empty roads into the night, however around an hour later, I could not put my finger on it but something did not feel right, so I stopped to consult the map and found out that I was going in the wrong direction and that there was no alternative but to return to Palermo for another mauling at the hands of Palermo traffic, this time it cost me a shattered mirror, knocked off by a careless driver who simply shrugged as I told him in no uncertain terms what I thought of his pedigree.
I rode past a hotel and decided it had been a long day and that it was time to quit and get beered up.
The next morning I settled the bill to a girl behind the reception desk, she was a petite creature, almost elven in her appearance and sporting a hairdo that I had last seen on Barbarella, she looked cold in the freezing 20°C plus morning air. "Are jew not a da kold-a een your moto-bik-ah?" her voice soothed.
"Eyehem so kold-a" she told me and put her dainty hands into my twin ham hocks with attached fingers, "fheeehl my handz-a, zey are zhoo kold-a, eye em like-a da mhaahrble ston, no?
I swooned and would gladly have stayed as her personal human bouncy castle all day long until the goats come home, but I had to get to the ferry at Pozzallo, so really, I needed to haul ass.

Once out of the gravitational pull of Palermo the trip to the next way-point of Catania became a very nice ride indeed, the roads were up to standard and followed the landscape for most parts supported five to ten metes above a wilderness earth by concrete pillars, the sun was out, the landscape a green mountain high the sky was blue and I found myself whistling and singing in my helmet as the miles passed.
Sicily possesses an amazing landscape, a lot like a warm Scottish highlands, and literally throning above all in the distance, the mighty Etna, the top of the volcano blanketed with a cap of deep snow and with plumes of steam and yellow gas hazing the sky, the remaining signs of the recent eruption from last November.
All too soon volcanoes and mountains gave way to miles and miles of orange tree and olive tree monoculture and the other crop of Sicily, garbage, miles and miles of garbage lining the road as high as a man, thick and deep, picture the scene at the airport in the movie "the fifth element" it would seem that Sicilians simply don't care, but I think they do and that there is simply nothing that can be done, sad, really, really sad.

From another planet.
The harbor town of Pozzallo, on the south coast of Sicily has a strange, other worldly feel to it, a kind of dusty fronteer-y, wild-west-y kind of thing with wide empty spaces, apart from the town its self, it is a landscape seeded with ruined or run down buildings and jumbled stone blocks that at one time must have been a house or something. Huge cacti plants, with leaves that looked like spiky green toilet seats gave the impression of being in Mexico. I could almost hear Lola Beltran belting out Paloma Negra
But on every street dozens of African blacks glowered at me with either hostility or alcohol or drug induced indifference, the refugees from Africa, the ones that did not make it onto the news as statistics from another tragedy at sea.
They have braved, guns and desert and the Mediterranean, they have left their family and country for a better life and now find themselves washed up on the shore at the southern most part of a continent that has no use for them, it is a powder-keg and I fear that the match had been lit, soon violence will erupt, African style violence and Europe's south will burn.


Refugee boats, stacked like so much firewood on the dock at Pozzallo, dozens of them, I tried to get some more photos but the chain-link fence stopped me from getting closer and a angry guard shooed me away.
But looking at this picture again makes me wonder just how many boats slip away in the night from the shores of Africa that are never seen or heard from again.


I had some time to kill before the ferry left so I decided to carry on down the coastal road for a few Kilometers, just to see what is around the next corner, nothing much, just dust and garbage, every now and then I would come across groups of blacks, men women and children, sitting, or living, under grimy transparent plastic sheets that were held up by tree branches or supported on top of crumbing walls of yellow stone, a nearby midden of rotting shrimp shells among the garbage gave off a truly gut retching stench, is this a little bit of African reality here in Europe? I don't know, and to tell you the truth, I don't care, it's not my problem to solve so I did what we do in these cases, I turned my back and let them fade from my mind.

Malta
I walked into the office in full biker gear, I could have been from Mars for the stare I got, I introduced myself to the girl behind the desk and drew a blank, I made a joke about the weather and that it hopefully doesn't get much hotter in summer, blank. "take me to your leader" blank. "I start on Monday" Ah, a reaction. "I'll get somebody to talk to you" she said and got busy on the phone. A few minutes later another girl came and took me to a office and asked a few questions, she was not much older than my youngest daughter and had a Miley Cirus screensaver on the computer. Then we went for a "checking out of the location" however she started to annoy me with the Kindergarten speak and I was about to ask if there was a grownup that I could talk to but before that happened I realized that she is my boss or as they call it here, a team leader.
This Malta-gig could be more difficult than I expected.


My favorite place in Valletta, the saluting battery, the panorama of Valetta and the three cites is breath taking and yes they fire the cannon as the midday gun, it's quite a spectacle.


A nice day in Valletta
___
Now, two weeks into the job things are settling down, the job itself is a bit tedious, but much to my surprise Miley Cirus turned out to be a very competent team leader and as to the job? Well it is a roof over my head, food in my belly, Weizen in my mouth and the pig on the road.
Speaking of roads, the ones here on Malta are best described as 3D, Slammer is from Blackburn, Lancashire so holes are in my blood, but the Maltese ones are a real doozie and as a connoisseur of potholes they have me giving little squeals of delight as I dodge and weave and wobble my way along.
Of course it means that one kilometer on Malta equals 4.2 kilometers as measured anywhere else in the world.
I found a flat in St. Paul's bay and the procedure was a surprisingly painless one day job, here the streets are knee deep in hungry housing agents, for you who have rented in Switzerland or are currently jumping through the flaming hoops of renting in Switzerland the ease of renting here must seem like I pulled a Jedi mind trick.


St Paul's bay, the new Slammer pokey-hole.


Anybody up for a swim? I was

So that's all for now, 2014 has been around for almost a day and I'm ready for a new start on fantasy island.


The Pig under the mighty walls of Valletta.

Last edited by slammer; 02.01.2014 at 19:02.
Reply With Quote
  #38  
Old 02.01.2014, 12:15
grumpygrapefruit's Avatar
Forum Legend
 
Join Date: Feb 2007
Location: Mostly Zurich
Posts: 5,047
Groaned at 29 Times in 28 Posts
Thanked 12,330 Times in 3,169 Posts
grumpygrapefruit has a reputation beyond reputegrumpygrapefruit has a reputation beyond reputegrumpygrapefruit has a reputation beyond reputegrumpygrapefruit has a reputation beyond reputegrumpygrapefruit has a reputation beyond reputegrumpygrapefruit has a reputation beyond repute
Re: How do you make a Maltese cross…..?

Beautifully written as always Slammer.Good luck with the job, hope to see you there one day soon!
Reply With Quote
The following 6 users would like to thank grumpygrapefruit for this useful post:
  #39  
Old 02.01.2014, 14:58
Village Idiot's Avatar
Forum Legend
 
Join Date: Jul 2009
Location: Basel
Posts: 3,342
Groaned at 35 Times in 32 Posts
Thanked 6,248 Times in 1,998 Posts
Village Idiot has a reputation beyond reputeVillage Idiot has a reputation beyond reputeVillage Idiot has a reputation beyond reputeVillage Idiot has a reputation beyond reputeVillage Idiot has a reputation beyond reputeVillage Idiot has a reputation beyond repute
Re: How do you make a Maltese cross…..?

Quote:
View Post
Beautifully written as always Slammer.
...and thanks for the pictures for those of us with short attention spans.
Reply With Quote
The following 4 users would like to thank Village Idiot for this useful post:
  #40  
Old 06.01.2014, 19:47
Oldhand's Avatar
Forum Legend
 
Join Date: Apr 2006
Location: Zürich
Posts: 3,832
Groaned at 20 Times in 19 Posts
Thanked 6,093 Times in 1,907 Posts
Oldhand has a reputation beyond reputeOldhand has a reputation beyond reputeOldhand has a reputation beyond reputeOldhand has a reputation beyond reputeOldhand has a reputation beyond reputeOldhand has a reputation beyond repute
Re: How do you make a Maltese cross…..?

Thanks Slammer, glad you got there safely and very much looking forward to hearing more of your adventures.
Reply With Quote
Reply




Currently Active Users Viewing This Thread: 1 (0 members and 1 guests)
 
Thread Tools
Display Modes

Posting Rules
You may not post new threads
You may not post replies
You may not post attachments
You may not edit your posts

BB code is On
Smilies are On
[IMG] code is On
HTML code is Off
Trackbacks are Off
Pingbacks are Off
Refbacks are Off


Similar Threads
Thread Thread Starter Forum Replies Last Post
How do you make your Spaghetti [sauce]? transition Food and drink 83 19.08.2014 11:54
How do Swiss traffic fines work and how do you argue it? Tonino Transportation/driving 22 17.01.2013 11:50
Do you know any Maltese??? Libellula Daily life 24 10.06.2012 21:48
How do some shops make money EarME General off-topic 31 10.09.2011 13:02
Shrinking Britannia - Do you agree? How do you feel about it? allegra_:) International affairs/politics 5 13.08.2009 06:32


All times are GMT +2. The time now is 00:10.


Powered by vBulletin® Version 3.8.4
Copyright ©2000 - 2016, Jelsoft Enterprises Ltd.
LinkBacks Enabled by vBSEO 3.1.0