Day 10 - A Day of Three Halves!

We both slept really well, however during the middle of the night we both independently were awoken by some creature rustling around outside our tent.

It was gone 8.00am when we both surfaced from our tent. It was cloudy, so we had a couple of coffees each and shared a marmalade croissant. It was not too long after 10am, that we ventured down to our sandy beach which one would describe as having untamed natural beauty. It is about 5 kilometres long and to the south of our position there is the a derelict factory of some sort. Some would call it an eyesore, but I didn’t find it offensive.

We set out our mat and chairs, then settled back to sunbathe. Unfortunately, a black cloud lingered over us and refused to disappear. We were the only sunbathers and we got more and more irritated by the bloody rubbish weather.

By midday the weather hadn’t improved, so we walked the short distance to the little beachside town of Torre Grande. Grande it wasn’t. Along the promenade there were several Asian’s who had set up stalls and were trying to sell cheap crap. We checked out the restaurants, but none were appealing. We then encountered tons of teenagers on the beach and in the cafes, as if it was Spring Break. We thanked our lucky stars that they weren’t staying on our campsite.

Feeling very disillusioned with our first impressions of Sardinia, we decided to return to the campsite. En-route back, we saw a little cafe, Riva Nord, and decided to have a drink. The cafe was very easy on the eye, so apart from beers, we ordered a local cheese platter that came with fruit and honey and also a portion of french fries. It was posh and gorgeous. It made life seem so much better again.

After lunch we returned to our spot on the beach and basked in the sun all afternoon until 6pm. The beach was now busier with other campers and locals. We even both had our first swim of the year in the Mediterranean. We were now really happy, life was good, and we talked about staying at the campsite until the weekend.

We returned to our tent and put the kettle on for a coffee. All of a sudden, we saw a procession of teenagers descend on our campsite. I estimated there to be about 50 girls and 30 boys. The Swiss hippie couple behind us didn’t seem to notice let alone care, but this was probably because they had been smoking the ‘Devil’s Lettuce’. For us, this was our very own private hell.

Before we knew it, every single one of the girls walked past the front of our tent with dressing gowns and shower accessories to the one and only shower block. To say Jackie was not impressed is an understatement.

The 50 girls were not happy to visit the shower block just once, but after dressing they all marched back down again to dry their hair and apply their makeup. It wasn’t until 8pm, when the shower block had emptied sufficiently to allow Jackie space for a shower.

We returned to the restaurant that night for dinner only to find all the children and their guardians were in one corner of the restaurant. After the initial horror of this discovery, we have to admit that the children were extremely well behaved and very quiet. I ordered Ricotta Ravioli and Jackie had clam spaghetti, both of which were very tasty.

Over dinner we made the momentous decision to move on in the morning as we suspected the kids would be here all week. Another deciding factor was that the weather forecast for tomorrow was cloudy, yes bloody cloudy! We plan to continue further south.

We had a couple of wines and went to bed.

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