Category Archives: Malta


There is no path to peace. Peace is the path“. M. Ghandi

H is for Happiness PhotographyBy H is for Happiness, one of my beautiful yogi students here in Malta. Check out her Facebookpage by clicking here..



Yoga Malta warm wintering home

Where to start in trying to describe our first impressions of Malta? Forts and massive walls don’t look too welcoming as you sail into the harbour (either of them – two natural bays, a bit like a miniature version of Sydney and Pitt Water). Even intimidating. No wonder Suleiman’s army of thousands got slaughtered by only a few hundred knights back in the days. Luckily our welcome was friendlier. Over the top, to be more precise. Almost everyone we meet is exceptionally friendly, often going out of their way to help us, like the Maltese family who keep their boat next to our’s taking us to a massive fanfare and local bread festival in Qormi on the weekend; the yard-worker giving me a lift to teach my Tuesday night yoga class at Sky Spirit Park; and of course the beautiful Michelle who’s introduced me to the wonderful yoga community on the island. So very inspired and glad to be here.

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New moon in Birgu by night

Did you know that a cleanse on full and new moon days is one of the best things you can do for your overall health and to prevent disease? Eating healthy on a boat is not that difficult. With local adaptations, you eventually fall back into your old habits. So here’s a big green smoothie cheers to you, your journey and a thanks for following our’s;) And a massive bow to the new moon hiding out there. Make a wish, but be careful – as sometimes wishes come true!

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Let go.

Be still for a moment.

Just be.

Allow there to be silence.

Indulge in the night’s darkness.

There’s nowhere else to go.

No-one else to be.

The universe has put you here and now because you are perfect as you are.

Trust in the perfection of creation.

Believe in your dreams.

Love the universe.

Love yourself.


Rolex Middle Sea Race @ 40kts plus

Since our arrival in Malta more than a week ago we hit the ground running, started work straight away. Paid Kalkara marina for a month while still waiting to get a spot at Msida Creek which is more protected and closer to the hub. Noah keeps asking where we are sailing to next… Once the Rolex Middle Sea Race is over moving to Marsamxett (yeahp, place name’s here are a real tongue twister!) will hopefully not be a problem.

As I write this, there’s 40 knots wind shaking up the masts in the marina and testing our tyre-springed stern lines. Poor guys racing right through this powerful Mistral winds. I don’t envy them. Right then the super friendly dock guys who’ve been up all night because of the storm share the latest news: One broken rudder, one broken mast. 17 yachts retired from race. So glad to be here and not out there. Nylon breaded dock-lines, the way to go for peace of mind (PS We have no financial interest in any nylon company).

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Arrival in Malta

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Sunrise approaching Malta

The moon still on one side, the sun rising into a stunning pink sky on the other. And then appeared the outline of Valetta in the distance. There had barely been a moment during the 60 nm crossing from Sicily to Malta when we couldn’t see land. It always is magical sailing into a new harbour, especially with sunrise, and even more so if it is as monumentally breath-taking as Malta.

To be honest, we had mainly picked this spot for wintering as it seemed the most likely place in the Med to find work while we could still be living on board. Now that it’s worked its way so rapidly into our hearts, I’d strongly urge any travelling soul to put it on your top ten destinations, without a doubt. There’s nothing like it and unless you’ve seen it, you cannot imagine what this bustling, creative and unique blend of cultures sounds, looks and feels like.

Due to it’s strategic position in the middle of the Mediterranean Sea, over the millennia there’s barely been a people who hasn’t tried to set foot on Malta. From Romans, over Arabs, Turks and the Knights of Malta to the British, all left their traces in language, food, architecture and people’s features.

Apart from whoever it was who stole our dinghy anchor, everyone’s extremely friendly and helpful. It’s hard to believe that it’s only been a week that we arrived. And what an incredible week it’s been. But more on this, in the next post. Back to work on another project which I will be announcing here soon. Breath in, fly. Breathe out, surrender. Happy days from Happy Dancer.

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Night sail scribbles

Brucoli_144Brucoli_139 Brucoli_140 Brucoli_141 Brucoli_142Memories of Sicily fading into the background. With one sad and one happy eye, I notice how the smell of Etna’s volcanic fumes slowly drifts into the background. Five miles into our night sail to Malta, the attention has turned ahead where the moon is shining our way. Unlike the Ionian crossing, there’s plenty of action: Boats to look out for, strange and mysterious non-navigable zones with alien-like structures in the middle to be avoided, interesting shapes and forms appearing out of nowhere… Not to mention this 10-ish meter super fast powerboat which just pulled out right behind us as I was about to pour my ginger-ginseng-matte tea to keep me awake. Why did they come within two meters of us, stayed behind our stern for several minutes, checking us out with a massive bright spot light from port and starboard – no VHF communication – then disappeared about as fast as they had appeared? We shall never know.

Time to wake up Pablo. His shift. My time to get a couple of hours sleep in the cockpit – the best place to sleep while on passage, we find. Rigged in my gear, ready to help if needed. The forecasted ten knots of easterly, which were meant to carry us on a beam reach the 60 nm SW are still nowhere to be felt. Instead, we are steaming against a gentle southerly right ahead of us. Lucky our engine’s doing a fab job and reliable 6 kts and my very private little full moon ceremony just past sees it continuing that way for a long long time. Good night Happy Dancer, the big dark sea around and the vast starry sky above us.