Last day in Sardinia started with a 1km swim at 7am, which I did with the diehard swimmers out the front of the hotel with Francesco in the front (with his little tiny yellow boat) and Gleno in the back. No stingers was a bonus.
Then back to the hotel - breakfast all together and then the goodbyes started. It was such a great week and so many really nice people.
Memories include: meeting all the swimmers first night and discovering so many coincidences; finding I could manage to swim at least half and more of the distances; making new friends; laughing hysterically at Chris G's ballad of Gleno - a very funny poem which started with Glen our guide but then moved on to mention everybody. This was backed up with boisterous singing led by Chris, our French American party boy. Oh how cute is he! Then there were the crystal waters, great lunches, interesting walks, funny beer sessions after the swims ( Francesco couldn't get over the number of beers the group could go through) lovely dinners out with the group, and of course our lovely Francesco who hails from Rome and speaks English so well and has a great sense of humour. Last but not least was the encouragement I received from everyone and to my surprise being presented with the Capo Bianco.
|Francesco and his little yellow boat|
|My last swim|
I really must keep swimming!
We packed up and, with the Freemans and the Ambroses', caught the midday ferry to Palau where we then caught a bus to Santa Teresa for the ferry to Corsica. It was magical travelling across and arriving to see the rugged cliffs of Corsica and Bonafacio perched on the top.
Our hotel, the Santa Teresa was high on the cliffs and our room had a birds eye view. We wandered the town - the old one which was interesting with its old gates, but its quite touristy. Had a great meal with local wine and got back to the hotel quite early as the sun went down at around 9.30!