Bus ride back to Dorgali from Cala Gonone last night was a blast – have
had this bus driver before, and had him again this morning, going back to
Cala Gonone again to start the walk. Young bloke, after five shadow –
chews gum and listens to Evanescence and throws this full sized coach
through these tiny little alleys and the corners of them at speeds that I
would be a bit reluctant to on a bike. At times there must have been no
more than 50 cm or so clearance between the sides of the bus and the
houses on either side of the street – and this morning he pulled up in
front of the stop and opened the automatic luggage door – it swung up open
with about 10 cm between it and the bus stop pole itself – some people
have this fantastic sense of three dimensional space – this guy clearly
does. Was funny on the way home last night – he stopped the bus suddenly
– opened the door – a young American couple started to get out and I told
them to wait, because it wasn't the stop – the driver had just pulled over
to have a quick loud argument with another bus driver at the side of the
road. He made his point, closed the door, motored on.
Lovely walk today – walked down the turn off to the famous Grotto del Bue
Marino, but there was a locked gate, with a sign on it – the gate was
closed from one to three – even the caves here have siestas – most people
take a boat to see it, which I might do if I have time and money when I
finish the walk. Anyway, kept going – would have thought it a relatively
hard walk a month ago but frankly after the GR20 it was pretty
straightforward. The beach I was heading towards looked beautiful – a
small crowd that had been boated in, and all left on the last boat at
about 5:30 – apart from a wedding party that showed up by boat for a few
photos and then left, I had the entire beach to myself from that point
on. Smoked a cigar, of course, went for a swim, and am now lying in the
hammock once again, listening to the waves.
Only minor bad thing that happened was after I cooked dinner I jumped onto
a bit of sand with bare feet on the way to wash my dishes with sand in the
ocean. There was a rock under the sand and now my left foot hurts to walk
on. Sort of thing I would ignore at home but have become pretty sensitive
about any foot related issues over the last few weeks. Will see how it
goes in the morning – can always get a boat back if it is too sore to walk
on once I pull on the boots.
Tomorrow is supposed to be a bit of a tricky day, navigation wise. More
annoying, the Lonely Planet guide blithely notes that there is no fresh
water at the end of the day. Does this mean there is water I can boil, or
none at all? Are there any springs? The sort of thing you would really
hope a hiking guide would tell you about, but no. Which means that in the
morning, to be safe, I will probably head off with something completely
hideous like six kilos of water.
Anyway, a nice day. Connected here, but not 3g, so emailing in photos,
which is why they are stacked up on top in the way they are.
Photos. 1. It really is that blue. 2. The beach, on the way in. 3.
The beach, crowded. 4. The beach, all mine. Subtitled: Sardinia – a
tough place to camp for the night...
Cheers, B.
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