We went on the motorbike of course - Sardinia is a biker's heaven, with great roads in good condition and not too much traffic especially out of season. I packed my capsule wardrobe into my faithful little blue and green bag that my parents left after one of their visits many years ago, and is the exact size of the BMW side case. I'm getting good at it, but didn't know whether the evenings would be warm enough for a little top. They weren't, so I took two tops too many, a pair of black trousers too many, and over-packed a black jacket which I wear with the little tops and black trousers. But apart from that, I wore everything!
We rode to Marseille port, got on the overnight Corsica ferry and had a delicious dinner from a buffet starter, then really good pizza, and wine. There was also a menu for just buffet starter and buffet dessert which, with hindsight would have been better as the starters were so tasty, and I was looking forward to having on the boat going back. Just my luck that it was a different boat and company, and we had to use the motorway service station-style caff. Disappointing!
So it was that I was sat in Calvi, at a bar overlooking the lovely little port with my café crème and croissants battling with Brandalley. I made the transaction and didn't notice the delivery date. When I did, several hours later at the hotel, I realised summer would be practically over before the shoes arrived and had to call to cancel the order. The things one does on holiday!
|Terrible Corsican tourist road|
We stopped for lunch at Porto, bought some last minute just before it closed at midday supermarket sarnies and crisps and sat on the pebbly beach to eat. The pebbles were many and varied in colour and degree of speckling. Wet, they were a riot of colour.
So we had the port to our right, a look-out tower set up on a jutting rock just in front of it, the lovely blue sea before us, and some impressive sheer cliffs to our left. They had many a ring and other device for fixing climbers' ropes up the impossible-looking rock face.
|Porto look-out tower|
|Rock climber's rock face. Click to see hooks and rings.|
|Porto rocks like marshmallows or rhinoceros hide.|
|Porsche 911 Owners' Club day out along Corsica's slightly better roads|
Still it was worth it, for the best veal daube EVER. It was tasty, tender, not full of smoked bacon or too olivey (like daubes often are), but just a perfect harmony of taste and texture. Pure bliss.
It felt good to be on holiday.
Getting that wanderlust again, after reading this.ReplyDelete
That's a nice compliment. :)Delete
So it's not just Costa Rica that has roads like that....ReplyDelete
Looking forward to the next installment and slavering over that veal daube ...
Oh Costa Rican roads are like that too? To be fair, the main roads we went on were not like that at all, thank goodness!Delete
I'd go back to Corsica just for the daube. :)
O that looks like a wonderful place to vacation. Sadly, I don't know how to operate a motorbike. Honestly, I'm scared to death of them. Nothing to protect oneself if hit by a car.ReplyDelete
Your darling son must think you're a complete idiot, if he thought you were going to give him your credit card number and allow him to do the shopping himself.
Corsica is totally packed out in the summer with visitors. We were a little early because the best time is in June apparently. We got all the spring flowers though and early greenery so it all looked wonderful and fresh.Delete
My son is an optimist like his mother... :)
Have been looking forward to reading about your trip. Only been once to Corsica - an afternoon in Ajaccio when we had our Mediterranean cruise.ReplyDelete
Love the rock formations in the photos and laughing at the Internet shopping!!
I have a feeling I'm a geologist manqué because I just love looking at all the rocks we see. :)Delete
We didn't hang about in Ajaccio mainly because I have mixed memories from the last time I was there over Christmas with my ex-h in a closed hotel next to a clinic where he was doing a replacement. It was a long time ago now, but I remember spending my days pre-internet doing research for my Masters with a ton of books in bad light and saving everything onto disks. Pre-history! :)
On Christmas Day the only place to eat open was a pizza van, and we were unwelcome in another restaurant that seemed to be the HQ for Corsican independence members because they wanted us out ASAP and gave us mouldy tomatoes by way of encouragement.
So we went straight through Ajaccio passing GO and getting to our destination. :)
That porche line-up is hilarious!!! Only on a rocky lonely beach in Europe would you find that! We went to Sardinia but were considering Corsica and now I really wish I'd been there too, the light and the blue of the sea is like no other. I have never ever heard of daubes, now going to google it!ReplyDelete
If you do go there, you must eat daube de veau at that restaurant. It's a life experience thing. :)Delete
Corsica is well worth the detour. I'll be posting up pics of Bonifacio in my next post, a town I've wanted to see for years. :)
That was great and made me feel both jealous and hungry which is a compliment (if a little back-handed!)ReplyDelete
That's quite a feat. :)Delete
Super photos, Sarah, especially the geology. :-) I'm not a biker, but doubt I would want to drive down that road in a car, let alone on a bike. But I would have loved the daube!ReplyDelete
I know! Terrible, isn't it?! We went on a boat trip and another biker couple were complaining about it to another couple. They were Harley bikers with much lower bikes so that must have been difficult.Delete
What a cool holiday! I'm promising myself that I'll finally make it to Corsica this year.ReplyDelete
Sounds a plan, best not to go in July/August though unless you like crowds of tourists!Delete
The best way to visit Corsica is with motorbike. Enjoy smells , landscapes, and fell free !ReplyDelete
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