Cart Ruts! (…and trying not to get shot).

I ventured off to the site of the famed Maltese cart ruts a month or two ago.  Famed among a certain constituent of people that is, specifically those interested in either ancient history and/or alien contact.On the off-chance that you belong to neither group, let me explain what these things are.  Basically, in certain locations in Malta (and a couple of other places) there exist parallel lines hewn out of the stone.  The kind of thing you might expect to see as a result of – let’s say – carts being dragged along the same route on soft limestone over hundreds of years.  Possibly carrying heavy quarried stone.  This explanation does not satisfy everyone of course, as humanity has a track record of not agreeing about things with total unanimity.

Some suggest that the lines turn too sharply to allow a cart to turn.  In my opinion, these people need to find something else to do with their time.  Others suspect the influence of aliens, although I cannot fathom why  a technologically advanced race should fiddle around engraving lines in Maltese suburbs.  Why not just leave a giant Super-Robot behind if they needed some kind of navigational aid.  Or a really, really small one, because aliens are probably great at miniaturizing electronic goods.  And why exactly would these galaxy traversing aliens require markings in the stone to tell them where to land?  Is one alien generic diflucan online leaning out of the side window saying “Back a bit.. bit further… you’re okay you’ve got loads of roo…STOP!”

I saw another website which referred to the ‘electric universe’ a lot in ways that my brain is not capable of processing. This site will however give you detailed instructions as to where to find these cart rut locations.

Anyway, as I said, I went along to investigate the San Gwann cart ruts a few months ago.  Sadly, I did not get to see them first-hand.  This is because as I approached the area in question, two guys were hunting birds  in a nearby field, and one of them decided to point his gun in my direction.  I assumed he had mistaken me for a chaffinch and would soon lower his rifle, but in fact he followed my progress as I carried on in their general direction.  My brain then instructed me to turn around and walk in the opposite direction in a hasty yet dignified manner, and I was not about to start an argument with my own brain.  Not with someone looking down the barrel of a rifle at me.

So I didn’t get shot, but nor did I see the cart ruts.  If you want to venture out to take a look, you can find them near Dingli Cliffs, Naxxar, San Gwann and St Paul’s Bay.  Just don’t go during hunting season.