We share many seemingly common traits with others of the animal kingdom. We go about daily chores like buzzy bees. Slouch on sofas like so slow sloths. Snore in bed like hibernating bears. Flit about randomly like butterflies. Swarm to the skies in summer like flying ants.
Early impressions of the Sardinian landscape is that it’s a little less mountainous than its northerly neighbour. Less rocky too. Though interiors of both sprawl with difficult terrain for Beastie and his ilk. Road networks, for want of a better name, more suitable for bikers of all sorts. Hence Beastie becomes our warren on wheels. We its fluffle of bunnies. The road-less dizzy heights squeeze us down. Push us south and out along its perimeter. Our first hop-off – Castelsardo.
Not quite up top, the bill for Mary-Ann & Laura’s lunchtime nibble presents a surprise. Seven euros seems reasonable. That is until the bill arrives. Locally caught ‘fish of the day’ priced by weight. Something to remember. Mary-Ann fishes out thirty-five unhappy euros.
Blue Lagoon Camping our end of day and two night stop over. Buzzy bee chores piling up. Cleanliness is next to MOHO-liness. Following morning they get sorted. No room for three on Scoot, so Beastie becomes our larger Scoot for an afternoon treat into Alghero.
It’s hot. 28C in the shade. Where we end up. Treats all round. Mine comes first. Sardinian born and bread Stephano overloads my cone. Returned to Sardinia three years ago. He and his wife worked in Selfridges food hall for three years. Still owns and rents out a house in London.
Stephano is a massive Harry Potter fan. “I don’ta believe-a you” his quick response when we reply “No?” to his “You know-a hairy porta?” Luckily Laura is a hairy porta fan. Quicker off the mark than us. Gets to wave a bit of magic over the ice-creams her reward.
Alghero’s small quaint centre is another that pretties up the overhead view . . .
