Tuesday, 13 August 2019
Grappa, Fags & Telling It Like It Is!
I'll continue in the mother tongue as Google Translate just crashed.
A few days In Sardinia. The gulf of Orosei to be precise, about half way down on the right hand side and a repeat attempt to touch base with saline detective Monk Seal.
You can take it as read that the M25 was a mess and the trip to Gatwick took an hour longer than usual. The Easyjet flight to Olbia was delayed by over an hour. Inter rent the hopeless hire car company who we had trouble with in Milan took forty five minutes to hand over the keys. Picking the case up to pack in the car I tipped the entire contents out across the car park as I had forgotten to do it up after retrieving documentation and on leaving the airport Google maps failed, all navigation was lost, and we we circumnavigated a roundabout for several minutes before formulating a plan.
We didn't have a duff meal or glass of grog all week, and can report that Sardinian Cannonau is a tremendous drop of grog and the locals can really work a tomato.
And so a pattern was set. Activity in the morning, good lunch, beach in the afternoon and out to dinner at night.
A walk to a prehistoric site one morning took us through some scrub that had been subject to the medium of fire a few weeks before. It must have been quite a burn with a few isolated dwellings looking a little singed.
Well preserved, managed and maintained they litter the island.
They have a programme that runs throughout the summer.
Could have been Puccini, Verdi or Rossini,
We don't know
I'll own that many subjects are a blind spot for this house. Classical music would be up there in the top ten, although we did see Pavarotti in the park.
Half an hour of this quintet coupled with some decidedly glugable Sardinian grog definitely aided digestion.
Captain Corelli would approve, or was that another island we've been to?
Tortolli next, a functional town with a supermarket that we needed to visit and a famous sprint finish on the Giro D'Italia.
Sardines or Sardinians as they prefer to be known are the longest lived people on planet earth. Several Asian cultures may dispute this and question the criteria for classifying a longest lived group of people, but a higher percentage of people on this island live to a hundred years old than anywhere else on earth.
Each month's qualifiers are photographed and asked to reveal the secret to their longevity.
and by the way it has nothing to do with cycling any of the local stages of the Giro D'Italia, such activities would finish most all sane people,
they're on to something.
but back over the mountains to an Easyjet flight delayed by two and a half hours and chaos on the M25
Thanks to everyone who held the fort at home.
Our quest for Monk Seal?
River news to follow.