14th May

We slipped the surly bonds tying us to land and made the crossing to Gozo. We might as well have a motor boat. No wind and a slightly rolly sea that showed us we need to get our sea legs back. Once here we walked into the town above the harbour. Was it the capital, Victoria? Who knows. There was a big church and some men dressed in white and red cassocks dragging a statue of Jesus around town behind a naval band.