Of collectivity and conflict in a Gozitan festival

Abstract

“There is a bus that will take you directly to the ferry, but that will not be here for another thirty minutes. You should take this bus and get off at Valetta,” the bus driver replied. “But once I get to Valetta, where do I go?” I asked. “You take this bus to Valetta and then grab another bus that will take you Bugibba. From there you get on another bus in Bugibba that will take you to Cirkewwa,” the bus driver told me. The moment I arrived in Malta I decided to take a bus to take to me to the ferry. The complications of finding the bus were interesting enough. Later on I realized I could have simply taken a taxi, but as stubborn as I am, I decided to be a little adventurous and take a bus. The moments of trying to find the bus consisted of me running around the airport for about forty-five minutes before I found the bus stop. Seeing one of the drivers of the bus, I asked which bus should I take to take me to the Cirkewwa ferry terminal. After talking to the bus driver, I was hesitant. Do I really want to take so many different buses to get to the ferry with chances that I will get completely lost instead of taking one bus to take me there directly? As much as I hesitated, I made my decision to get to Cirkewwa the hard way.