Gozo is the second biggest island in Malta. It’s much calmer and less urbanized. After visiting this place I got the impression it’s magical. It’s a mythical place existing in a separate timeline.


You can go to Gozo by taking a ferry from Ċirkewwa (no idea how to pronounce it). The journey takes about 25 minutes and a return ticket costs €4.65. While I waited for the ferry to depart, I appreciated the port. I like ports.

Soon the ferry departs. The island ahead is Comino, another island in Malta, but uninhabited.

The weather changes really fast in Malta. During the journey it rained and stopped raining a couple of times.


After arriving at Mgarr, everyone rushed to the bus making it overcrowded, so I decided to walk towards the island’s capital. It’s a small island after all.

Mgarr Bay

Some of the views I saw on Gozo felt like they should be framed.


On my way I saw a windmill. Is it legit?

When I saw this church I immediately decided that that’s my next destination.

Let’s go to that church.

It’s called the Rotunda of Xewkija.

You can even go to the roof and see probably most of the island.


Victoria is the capital of Gozo. But hold on. The population of Gozo is just ~32K people and the population of it’s largest town Victoria is ~7K.

The town feels like it’s stuck in time. If it wasn’t for the cars, it would’ve been hard to tell what decade it is. Malta feels much busier and chaotic than Gozo.

After eating some awful pizza and having some local Maltese beer I headed to the main site in the town: the Citadel.

Ramla Bay

I came here by bus from Victoria. Very few people were here. I’m glad I managed to come here before the sunset.

I went for a swim. Swimming in the end of November in Europe felt amazing. The waves were great too. I wonder why nobody else comes here.

I enjoyed the sunset. This was the peak of my trip. The sea, the sand, the sound of the waves and the sunset gave me a feeling of serenity and unity with nature. I became convinced that Gozo is a magical island.

Every place in Malta has something religious.

Snapping back to reality, now my trousers were wet, what looked as if I peed myself (I swam in shorts that I wore underneath) and I had 13% left on my phone. Soon it became dark. I had no idea when the last ferry to Malta was, but I had to get back.

Long story short I succeeded. Fun fact: the next day the ferries weren’t running because of the storm. If I hadn’t returned, I would’ve missed my flight to Milan on the next day.