The avid fishercat.

We drove to Marsaxlokk, a pretty fishing village in the south. From there we walked along the ragged coast on the soft limestone. The sea was too rough to swim though Phil felt the need to jump in from a ledge along with the young strong, muscular men. We returned to the Marsaxlokk with its brightly painted luzzus moored in the bay and watched this angry cat waiting for his supper.