Visit to Comino

One evening, we decided that we were not doing enough activities and excursions. Therefore, we decided that a trekking session in Comino would be a start. There we went last weekend, 5 of us, with backpacks, walking shoes and other camping gear. After we disembarked the boat we headed towards St. Mary's bay (we are not the type that stand a lot of people around like the hassle there is at the Blue Lagoon). After about 30 minutes walking in the heat we were tired to death (and then we say we want to ascend the Kilimanjaro...we need much more intensive training my dears!) Thank god we had arrived at the desired bay and could refresh ourselves in a quite chilly water.

There we encountered quite a peculiar old couple. They had quite a big boat which was anchored a few meters from the shore. Then they mounted another boat, a small one this time, and rowed towards the shore. The woman got her feet in the water, walked a bit around, mounted the boat again and rowed back to the big boat. What the hell man? 2 boats just to dip your feet in the water for 5 minutes. That boat is a waste in hands like these. It should have a better owner...let's say me :)

Anyways, after a "light" snack we thought it better to find a quiet shady place. Well, Comino isn't known for shelters like these is it? The only location that we had to content ourselves with was the church with its walls protecting us from sunlight. A mass was taking place but we didnt bother that much and sat there. We were behaving well at first (to respect the church going people) but as time went by and bottles of beer were getting emptied there was no such thing as respect on anybody's mind. Soon enough our normal attitude was taking over and farts and swearing was what one could have heard (and smell!) We spent the whole day there, playing cards, eating, drinking, gossiping... Until 6 o'clock when another mass started and another took place immediately after :( I assisted to 3 masses in 1 day...enough to last a life time. But actually, I confirmed my beliefs. I dont know why some people go to church. There was this particular woman who was looking at us as if we had killed her mother when she saw us on the doorstep drinking beer. Then as soon as she got inside she kept staring at what was happening outside. Jeezz...do you call people like this devoted christians? I dont!

The plans were to sleep there also but then the wind got stonger and we decided to pull our tents. It also saved us from waking up at 6am when the church bells start calling the so-called-devoted for the early mass. All in all we had a good time although trekking and swimming were not a priority contrary to what was supposed. But perhaps...was it a first sign of inclination towards church and its community?

I doubt it.