Malta: Private Boat Charter Gozo, Comino & Blue Lagoon

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What’s the experience like?

The first thing I remember is the color — that wild, impossible blue around Comino. We set off from Mellieha with our captain, Mark (who greeted us like we were old friends), and within minutes the sound of the engine faded into wind and gulls. I was still fiddling with my snorkel mask when Mark pointed out Saint Mary’s Tower up on the cliff — he said it’s been there since the 1600s, watching for pirates. I tried to picture it back then but honestly just got distracted by how clear the water looked below us.

We drifted into the Blue Lagoon and Mark killed the engine so suddenly it got quiet — except for someone laughing on another boat nearby. The water here really does look fake; you can see straight down to white sand and tiny fish darting around your toes. My partner dove in first (show-off) while I hesitated because, well, cold! But after a second you get used to it and then you don’t want to get out. Mark tossed us some snorkel gear and told us about movies filmed here — apparently Brad Pitt swam these same waters? Not sure if that’s true but I liked imagining it.

After that we stopped at Santa Marija Bay where the sand felt almost floury underfoot, and there were tamarisk trees rustling behind us. There’s this little medieval chapel up the path that looks like something from an old western — we didn’t go inside but I kind of wish we had now. Back on board, Mark steered us toward Crystal Lagoon, weaving through caves where sunlight bounced off stone walls in weird patterns. He let my friend try steering for a minute (don’t worry, he kept one hand close), which made her day.

I still think about that feeling — sun-warmed skin, salt drying on my arms, that lazy rocking of the boat while we snacked on fruit we’d brought along. The whole Malta private boat trip felt like slipping into a slower rhythm for a few hours; no rush except maybe racing each other back from Cominotto beach (I lost). On the way back to Cirkewwa Port I watched fishermen fixing their nets near Mgarr Harbor and wondered what their stories are.