Camping in Malta is not very common because it's rocky and with very less trees (TREEEEES, THEY ARE...gone). So we thought we'd better check out where we could built up our tent the next days as long as we had a place for our luggage.

And therefore we drove north and then walked around the beaches to find empty hotels, closed holiday huts and a completely dead holiday village with every hut looking like one another. Suddenly a cat jumped out of nowhere and I felt a little reminded of I'm legend.

On the opposite site of the half island we were walking the landscape changed into beautiful cliffs and even a little forest built of coniferres and cactusses. That forest seemed to be some kind of legal wild camping spot - beautiful and empty.

Later we met some Spanish guys who told us they had booked that campsite online with airbnb for 20€ per night. So they had a licence, but no-one ever came to check it. - maybe someone just took money from unsuspecting people.

We decided, that if we could not find some camping site, that would be totally fine for one or two days. And so we headed back to Valletta. That evening we went into some little local restaurant in a very small side street and Mart tasted their rabbit.

Then for the rest of the evening we enjoyed the light show of Valletta down at the beach. Someone really has a heart for cats there, because one of the circular park benches was completely occupied by cat baskets. =)