S'Arena Scoada

woke up at the camp spot in mari ermi, ate the rest of my pasta and packed up early. went to brush my teeth and get more water when i noticed the foul taste of the water and, shortly after, the "no drinking water" sign above the sinks. that explains why the pasta tastes kinda weird. problem is that on top of my dead phone, i had already used about 2 litres of that water the day before and now had exactly 0 litres of drinkable water for the coming 33°C day. thank god for my water filter straw.

started walking along a dirt track, i really didn't pay much attention when arriving the day before, there had been too much happening in the car. not ten minutes later, a familiar car with a familiar andrea inside approached me. he was on ft with one of his friends who started to translate for him. andrea told me that he could drive me to putzu idu, where i needed to go today, after he finished work at 1am.

while i waited the time out at the beach, he charged my phone and powerbank inside the reception caravan. later, he even gave me his usb-c cord to replace my broken one, as well as a paper slit with his phone number and drove me to putzu idu. andrea also showed me some of the german music he liked. absolute legend, the coolest guy i have met so far.

after saying goodbye, i headed towards the surf school. it was in a way less populated area than expected, it was more of a village than a town. not a single store was open, but it still looked pretty inviting and the people were friendly.

after a bit of waiting infront of the surf club, i met one of the coaches. he gave me permission to stash my pack on the property while i went back to putzu idu to get some groceries. got a bag of biscuits, some bananas and finally some drinkable water.

when i returned, the gates were closed and no one in sight, but i could see that my backpack was still there. after hours of waiting and calling different numbers, i managed to get a hold of the guy and get my stuff back. he gave me the number of another coach he said i could contact. went down the next road and set up camp right next to thr road. there was a lot of noise, both cars and animals, so the free earplugs from the hostel in barcelona finally found their purpose.

woke up in the morning and powered on my phone. i had turned it off at 35% the evening before to save some power, now it was at 25% and dropped instantly to 5% as soon as i opened whatsapp. again, i had no power and no way of getting any. really starting to think about buying a new phone or getting the battery replaced. it should be quite strong in brand new condition, but ofc i had to buy refurbished.

bought some bread and peanut butter and ate it at the beach, dry as hell but keeps the hunger away. also gave my phone and charger to the clerk of the store where i had bought the biscuits the day before. chilled for a bit, got my phone back and went for a little hike up to the surprisingly picturesque cliffside coast. the other surfing coach, marco, had responded saying we could meet up for a lesson in 3 days.

went for a sunset swim again, posted on my insta and made some chili con carne afterwards.Read more