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In the summer of 1989, we spent two weeks experiencing dusty old Malta. It was hot and rustic, a bit scary and memorable for sure. We choked on the polluted roads and traffic fumes, ate glorious ice cream by the harbour in Valletta, played in antiquated kids amusements parks, danced nights away in a kids disco (I was 5 at the time) and cruised out to Comino to see the caves.
