Georgia's Elective Diary: Part 6 (Maltese Musings, and experiences abounding)
I've just started my third week here in Malta and realised its a wee bit quiet on the blog front from me lately. I've started an update a couple of times during boring ward rounds, or sitting on the bus on the way home from the hospital, but so much seems to have happened in my 18 days here in Malta that I'm not really sure how to coherently put it into prose. However, with the current torrential rain and lightning storms outside, I will try and give a brief rundown of my time here so far. I arrived in Malta on a Friday afternoon, having suddenly realised at Paris airport that I had no idea what my arrival arrangements were, where I was staying or whether the "pick up" from the airport would eventuate. I was grateful to find Malta airport had free wifi and anxiously checked my emails as I waited for my luggage. Surely someone would be there to pick me up? Luckily for me, as I walked out of customs, there was an old man with a sign for me, and my fears were allev...