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The camp was Robert Pullicino’s initiative and was held over the long weekend from 19 to 21 March and was attended by Ian Busuttil, Frans Debono, Jean-Pierre Giorgio, Robert Mercieca, Robert Pullicino and Damian Schembri. On the afternoon of the 19th March, we loaded our kayaks from the club and set off to the Scout Campsite behind the Radisson Golden Sands in Golden Bay, where we immediately set up our tents. Pullicino’s tent was literally set up faster than two shakes of a cat’s tail, while the rest of us lesser mortals went about the traditional way fitting poles and guy lines. When the tents were set up, we started preparing the barbeques for that evening’s dinner. We were joined by wives & children for the evening’s barbeque and also members Joe Borg & Janet and Anton Pace and his family.
After the guests had gone, some of us went for a walk in the dark to the old watch tower. The stars could be seen clearly despite the glow of light from the hotel across the bay. After that, we turned in and tried to sleep, the night was damp and the cold seems to have affected everyone, although we could tell from the snoring that some of us were getting intermittent sleep!!

We were up soon after dawn on Saturday, some chirpier than others! We had a quick breakfast and then took the kayaks down the hill and to the sandy beach, which was littered with dying jellyfish that had been washed up during the night, as well as tons of algae. Jean-Pierre stayed with the kayaks while we took four cars in a convoy to Xemxija, 10 minutes drive away, left three there and returned to Golden Bay. We then set off with a leisurely paddle along the coast towards Cirkewwa. We stayed close to the coast to better admire this unspoiled part of Malta. We crossed Anchor Bay without going in as we had only been there a few months before, and paddled on to Paradise Bay where we stopped for a quick snack before heading on to Cirkewwa point. From Cirkewwa we decided to cross the channel straight to the Blue Lagoon while keeping an eye open for the Gozo Ferries that cross frequently.
The approach to the Blue Lagoon is quite magnificent under the cliffs and huge rocks slowly being eroded by the incessant waves. We stopped again on the little sandy beach to stretch our legs for a little while, before heading on round Comino to explore the other bays, rock arches and caves found on that side of the little island. Then we crossed the channel back to Armier and on towards l-Ahrax tal-Mellieha. We stopped to explore a wonderful inland sea in the vicinity of a tall radio mast. This was no doubt once was a huge cave that collapsed. The entrance is through a little tunnel and is inaccessible to larger boats. We then paddled for a short distance along the cliffs to a shallow cave that had a sandy bottom which reflected the light beautifully. From here we continued paddling along the high majestic cliffs of l-Ahrax towards Slugs Bay, a little spit of sand which was unfortunately quite dirty, for a little lunch.

After lunch we continued paddling right into Ghadira Bay, where stopped for a chat with Clark Weissenger at his base in the hotel, and then on round the bay and out again towards Selmun. A few of us had been for a hike in this area only a couple of weeks before, when the weather was not good for paddling. The view from the sea of this unspoiled coastline is even better at this time of the year when there is still plenty of greenery around. We paddled on to Mistra Bay, hoping that this area will also remain unspoiled by development. Heading on towards Xemxija, we caught up with a lone kayaker in a huge blue/grey camouflage kayak, who turned out to be British and who shares our opinion that this is the most beautiful coast of the island.

We paddled round il-Fekruna bay and crossed to the slipway in Xemxija where we disembarked, loaded our kayaks on to our waiting cars, and drove back to the camp to get washed and start preparing for that evening’s barbeque. Again that evening we were joined by some of our wives and children for the barbeque, which lasted till quite late. No late night strolls that night, we were too tired! Fortunately the night did not turn out to be as cold as the night before and we slept better.
The following morning we were up early again and after a light breakfast, we drove back to the Xemxija slipway, unloaded the kayaks and set off towards Valletta, hugging the coast again. The coast from here to Valletta is all built up although there are still quite a few interesting features left, one of which is Qawra Point which some say show the remains of the legendary Atlantis. There are concentric circles and a cross engraved on the wave-beaten rocks, which can best be seen from the air.

We headed on to the “islands” off Salina coast, known to us as “Domij' Island”, an independent republic where we frequently stop on our paddles in the area to stretch our legs despite the hefty taxes imposed on us by the self-proclaimed ruler after whom they are partially named. We didn’t stop for long and didn’t even disembark, perhaps the taxes put us off J. Instead we upped the tempo and paddled straight back to Valletta to the clubhouse where we rinsed off the boats and were joined by some of our families for a light lunch of hobz biz-zejt and beer, and then back to Xemxija to collect the cars before heading back to the campsite to take down our tents, clean up and head off back home.
All in all it was a great experience with great friends, and we’re looking forward to the next one!!

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