Island of Comino (Kemmuna)

Island of Comino


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I love Comino. In a place as densely populated as Malta you often feel the need to get away from the crowds, lest you murder someone (everyone). When I do, I usually go to Cirkewwa and ask one of the barklori (oarsmen) if they're going to Comino and negotiate a reasonable price. You might also want to ask him about getting back (asking him for his mobile phone number might be a wise move...).

Ahh. Proper wilderness. No shops, no bars, no banks. Nothing except dry wilderness, wild bunnies, lizards, a few abandoned government buildings, a police station and a very Hellenic-looking chapel.

Incongruously, there's also a massive pink building - the Comino Hotel. A bit of an eyesore but the hotel itself is pleasant enough, even if the food is rubbish - but it's better than nothing. I think.

They've even got some bungalows and a disused tennis court and a small shop with erratic opening hours that sells newspapers, chocolates and souvenirs no one wants.

Comino is the sort of place that lends itself to pretty much anything outdoorsy. If you want to go alone to explore the island on your own it's simple enough to do. If you want to go with your friends (you'll get a barbecue and a drunken vulgar singalong going in no time), again it's also quite simple to organise.

If you're going to spend the night there remember to pack your own tent and use the specially designated camping zone (the one next to the police station). You don't have to, but you're just supposed to that's all...

Comino - je t'aime.