Sardinia hike, day 2 – Tiscali.

Hey all,

Turns out I wasn't where I thought I was last night. Had, before I left the place where the bronze age village was, stocked up on water in a potentially excessive and certainly very heavy way – five litres – as it turned out this was a smart move – by the time I managed to get water again this evening I was down to less than half of one. Anyway, followed what I thought was the path that the Lonely Planet hiking guide had said to take – I did eventually find the bronze age village (Tiscali) I was supposed to be heading towards, but after a steep scramble up through this weird and thin crevasse. Not the way the guide book had said to go, but then frankly I could not follow their directions – luckily I hitched on to this guide with a couple of middle aged Italians, and found my way there. 

After leaving, I followed another tour group – down another path, with some steep sections with ropes, but nothing compared to Corsica – again, not the path that the guide book said. The leader of this group took pity on me when I showed him where I was supposed to be heading towards – told me to go along some road, then up a dry river bed – it turned out eventually that this dry river bed was the path I had been supposed to take all along – found the turn off, and ended up, I think, somewhere near where I was supposed to be tonight.

The village itself was pretty amazing – a much worse state of preservation than the other one, but the setting was incredible – this huge arena sized space formed when an enormous cave had collapsed – had a forest growing inside it, and the remains of this bronze age village around the walls. Was a fantastic place to be in – like something out of a fantasy novel.

Anyway, again in the hammock, not exactly where the guide book said you could camp because a park ranger told me not to.

Photos. 1. Getting to the village. 2. A tree I thought looked good. 3. Looking down on the forest within the collapsed cave. 4. Not a great shot, but if you look at the bottom at the remains of the village, you can get a sense of the scale of the great over-hanging walls that the houses were nestled up against. 5. Still inside. 6. The view on the way out. 7. I thought I heard voices on the trail somewhere – but no – there are three rock climbers up there – two of them near centre of the shot. 8. Home again – another place you couldn't get a tent.

Cheers, B.