Last Day in Gozo - Family Holiday Diary

Monday: Big breakfast – lots of food in fridge to be eaten.
Went back to Dwejra. Had a boat trip. You get the boats from the little Inland Sea, €4 per person, takes 15 minutes. We went through a narrow passage in the rocks towards open sea. One woman got scared by the waves and deep water, so the boatman returned her to shore. She was apologetic and embarrassed but we were pleased- meant we got to enter the cool dark narrow bit twice for free. Mr Boatman pointed out deep blue water ( it looked dyed) cool orange coral, caves, interesting rock formations. Excellent trip, not expensive and short enough for me to not get bored.
Found Blue Hole, which looks a lot bigger in guidebook photos. Saw Qawra Tower which the Knights built to guard Fungus Rock but car refused to stop at best photo stop on the hill. Went into the glass shop which had some surprisingly beautiful glass.
I like Dwejra, it’s busy, interesting and there are some really cool natural features. Scratchy rocks really mess up leather shoes though.
Came home via the craft village in Gharb. Males all pleased and excited when I suggested this and I didn’t feel hurried at all. Several small cabins housed various leather goods, various arts, lace and local food products that you could taste. Bought some fig jam for the mothers.
I like Gozo. It’s surprisingly empty but has a good range of restaurants and cafes. It has some pretty towns ( I think St Lawrence is the prettiest) and some spectacular scenery. Plus, the signs and menus are all in English and the weather is hot. I hope to visit again one day.
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