Day 18 - Feared Repercussions Realised

I woke up inexplicably at 4.30am and tried to get back to sleep again. 15 minutes later my stomach started gurgling and I was frantically scrambling around the tent for some clothes and toilet paper before dashing across the campsite to the toilets. I don’t need to elaborate further, but I was cursing Jackie for the amount of chilli in last night’s chilli.

After I emerged from the toilet, it was starting to get light so I walked down to the beach and took a couple of photos of the beach pre-sunrise. I couldn’t be bothered to wait for the actual sunrise.

I returned to our tent and managed to get a short snooze in, whilst Jackie with the constitution of an ox slept right through.

Later that morning over breakfast we chatted to our neighbours, a couple of German lads, who were packing up. It transpired that they were going home early, because one of them had had a bad motorcycle accident out here in Sardinia. As he so succinctly put it “Shit happens!”

It was a bit of an overcast day, which may have been a blessing in disguise, because it was about 30 degrees. We stayed on the beach all day and plan to every day until we leave, so I will probably put the blog on hold.

That night we had the remainder of the fiery chilli with pasta and salad. I diluted mine with half a pot of plain yoghurt. After the football, I went to bed and being prepared like a Boy Scout, I left my crocs, shorts and loo roll in a neat pile beside the tent door in anticipation of another early hours dash.

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