Malta

I was on a European holiday and spontaneously decided to fly to Malta and explore it by car. I was nervous but excited, with no plan.

I like the energy surrounding this. Spontenaeity, exploration, nerves, excitement, taking things into my own hands. Malta is somewhere I've been when young on a "lads holiday".

I traveled around, it was beautiful and I arrived at an amazing pool. At the pool I spoke to a plump Chinese child who was with his family. He said "This is for hotel guests".

A pool - somewhere to bathe and soak in the splendur of this open-top womb. I'm not permitted until I'm a guest at the hotel and have "paid the toll". This feels quite corny but I wonder about an 'east meets west', fusion of the global self, with this Chinese child in Malta.

I went to the front desk of the hotel and asked the staff "do you take francs?" - I must have flown from France. The staff replied "no..." and I said "oh, well you've got a card machine, right?" And he said "yeah". He then opened the till and there was tons of English money and, aware that I was English, he offered "oh, do you want these?" refering to the pile of 2ps in the till.

I like that I'm not bothered or dejected but I just go straight to the hotel to become a guest. Further spontenaity and willingness to gain access to this beautiful pool. I am willing to pay the price. In the exchange of currencies, the hotel clerk ends up offering me money.

I was trying to lighten my load in general in order to be more spontaneous so I was denied. But then he said there's loads of these little statues (some kind of valuable antiques) in and he kept putting more and more statues in and, in the end, I relented saying "welll... okay!!"

I didn't want to be weighed down, I didn't want the weight of money. But i couldn't resist these pieces of art as he gave me these antique statues. I don't really know what this means for me.