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The street looks very quiet… It’s just timing really.

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Time flies

My last post was more than a year ago – this blog is turning into a yearly postcard! I hope to break the spell, although life has  a habit of carrying me away. 2016 was an eventful year, to say the least. My wife got a job, I got to keep mine, we moved to a new apartment, we had a daughter, my father-in-law’s cancer took a turn for the worse, and then a turn for the better, I learned a lot about myself, and so on and so forth.

Walking in Malta – A hike along Chadwick lakes

This Sunday, some friends and I went for an afternoon hike along part of the Chadwick lakes, located close to the village of Mtarfa, in Malta. It was a sunny day, and we were all surprised by the amount of water flowing down the streams that fed into the lakes. The latter are actually just a series of man-made reservoirs which overflow into each other, creating the impression of ‘lakes’. Early afternoon the area was rather devoid of people, as as we went upstream, we saaw less and less, until finally we reached the road leading to the tiny village of Bahrija. We walked along this road and back into an area overlooking the lakes called ‘Tal-Qalilija’, where several Phoenician tombs are found.

Three hours of lovely hiking with three friends and a dog.

Millie the dog

Millie the dog

Under one of the bridges over the valley feeding into the Chadwick lakes.

Under one of the bridges over the valley feeding into the Chadwick lakes.

Such a view from that hilltop. At least that's what I imagine, since we never got there. We leave it for the enxt time...

Such a view from that hilltop. At least that's what I imagine, since we never got there. We leave it for the enxt time...

Tower in the distance

Tower in the distance

Lovely walks in Malta

After a long period of hibernation I’m back with some nice, recent pictures. I went for a hike today with two friends an 60 other people We had good fun, and ended the afternoon with a lot of food. Mosta to Mgarr along the Victoria lines, a 19th and early 20th century line of defense built by the british to defend the lower two-thirds of the island from any attacks from the northern part. I didn’t take many pictures, but I’ll post the one or two decent ones I took.

It really looked like rain when we started, in fact it had been raining heavily just before we got there. Luckily it didn’t rain on us. The walk was great, and so was meeting many interesting people, and hanging out with my friends.

Valley of Madonna tal-Isperanza (Madonna of Hope) in Mosta, Malta

Valley of Madonna tal-Isperanza (Madonna of Hope) in Mosta, Malta

Mgarr in the background. We're somewhere along the Victoria Lines bridge

Mgarr in the background. We're somewhere along the Victoria Lines bridge

Having friends to share my days with has really helped me cope with being stuck in Malta.

One year and 2 months later…

It’s been a year and two months since I last posted. During that time I went to Sicily for two fantastic months and then went down to Malta to make some money (we ran into financial problems early on during our stay in Sicily). I still am in Malta. I haven’t taken a  lot of photographs, and I certainly haven’t felt inspired by this tiny piece of rock very often. It’s frustrating to be stuck here in Malta, but my friends and family have made it so very much more bearable! I’ve put up a handful of pictures from my stay in Sicily in November – December 2010. As I said, I really haven’t taken any pictures in 2011. I’m hoping 2012 will change that!

A beach in Sicily

A beach in Sicily

Good morning Mr.Rooster!

Good morning Mr.Rooster!

My girlfriend with a lovely Sicilian landscape behind her

My girlfriend with a lovely Sicilian landscape behind her

An almond tree on our land in Sicily

An almond tree on our land in Sicily

Arriving in Malta

Six months after my last visit to Malta I landed again at the Malta International Airport, a small building sided by a large runway. I met two new family members – a white puppy named Poppy and the Fiat Panda which would accompany us to Sicily.

My brother and Poppy!

My brother and Poppy!

Here's Poppy!

Here's Poppy!

And here's my Grandfather - 86 and still going strong!

And here's my Grandfather - 86 and still going strong!

Another hectic week of  running errands and repacking our stuff meant, unfortunately that we had little time to meet our friends! Well, at least Sicily is just 90 minutes by ferry away from Malta, and no more than about 80 Euros per person. Right now we’re quite broke though, so even that is too much. We’ll see how our ventures in Sicily go!

Leaving Sweden

After one and a half years of living in the beautiful land of  Sweden, the time came for me to leave and head for new lands. Five weeks in Jordan excavating at Tell Abu Al-Kharaz, an ancient archaeological site in the Jordan Valley, my girlfriend and I went back to Sweden for a week, packed our bags, and and spent the rest of our time visiting my girlfriend’s (Amanda) grandma, of 92 years of age.

Grandmother's house in the countryside of Sweden.

Grandmother's house in the countryside of Sweden.

The view is quite nice!

The view is quite nice!

And here's the little tomte that guards the house. Actually, that's Amanda.

And here's the little tomte that guards the house. Actually, that's Amanda.

After visiting grandma for a couple of days and spending cosy nights by the fire  in the cottage next door, while temperatures dropped sub-zero outside, we left again for Gothenburg to finalize our packing and take the next step… to Malta.

Midsummer’s eve in Tranas

Poppy

Midsummer's eve in Tranås

Midsummer's eve in Tranås

Jump jump!

Jump jump!

January trip to London.

On the third weekend of January we went for a quick weekend visit to London. The Ryanair flight was awful, but cheap, and we were there on Friday night. We went to Portobello Market, visited the Notting Hill area, clubbing somewhere else,  and a lot more… We met friends, had a really great time, and enjoyed ourselves a lot.

St. Paul’s Cathedral.

By the Gothenburg Opera House

By the Gothenburg Opera House - The floating ship museum

By the Gothenburg Opera House - The floating ship museum

By the Gothenburg Opera House - The floating ship museum

By the Gothenburg Opera House - The floating ship museum

By the Gothenburg Opera House - The floating ship museum

By the Gothenburg Opera House - The floating ship museum

By the Gothenburg Opera House - The floating ship museum

View from an ancient monastery in Sweden

View from a medieval window

Pussycat in bed at sunrise, Sweden

Pussycat at sunrise, Madstugan, Sweden

Pussycat at sunrise, Madstugan, Sweden

An old cat lives in the Red Cottage by a lake close to Torpa, Sweden. The cottage is known to be from the 1600’s, today an old, wooden, typically red on the outside structure. Inside it is small and cosy, with a lovely wood stove and warm upstairs bedrooms like this one. I try to be there as frequently as possible, though with 3.5-4 hrs train from Gothenburg it isn’t easy at all.

The Swedish forest in Autumn

The Forest in Autumn (1)

Trees now golden,

soon lie bare,

bony fingers,

in the crisp night air.

Another statue at the Glyptotek in Copenhagen

I was dumb enough not to check who the statue represents! Anybody knows?

Another statue at the Glyptotek in Copenhagen

A short walk to buy eggs

A couple of days ago my friend and I went for a short walk to buy some eggs from the farm close by…

It was a cold autumn afternoon as we set out down the path from the red cottage.

Down the road from home

Down the road from home

At last we came out from the little road to find ourselves on a sort of main road.

Walking down the main road

Walking down the main road

Walking and walking down the big road we finally reached a smaller dirt road to the left, which curved inward as we walked along, until finally the farm building we were heading for popped up behind a small hill.

The farmhouse appears

The farmhouse appears

At last we were there. A little further and the whole thing came into view. We walked into the little blue door sitting squatted next to a big black barn door, and found ourselves in a little room (which I didn’t photograph). We got our eggs, put the money into a little, red, metal money-box, and got out again. The smell of chickens was a little overwhelming.

On our way back we looked to our right, and saw a right little ghost house.  Reminded me of Stephen King’s novel where the Marsten house lies on the hill overlooking ‘Salem’s lot.

Spooky house? Not really.

Spooky house? Not really.

It’s actually quite a nice looking house, and not really that imposing (maybe with an added first floor it would). Perhaps it is its lonely setting and those big eyes looking down from the barren hill that give it a rather creepy look.

On the way home

On the way home

We turned back  into the main road, down the path, and finally… back to the red cottage.