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We leave here tomorrow, flying to the mainland the day after. Not sure about where to head next yet. Initially we talked Sicily, but we've decided against going south in order to get through Europe faster and get onto the less accessible parts of the world. Most likely we will head East towards the balkans. We do want to spend a good amount of time in Croatia and Bosnia as Indira has not been back in a while.
... today, Sardegna is like a continent in itself, such is the range of nature you can experience here. He said this is the ideal time to visit and we couldn't agree more - less tourists and the wildflowers are in bloom making the mountains look especially pretty.
Tonight we're stopping at Nuoro and it's all downhill (figuratively speaking) from here as we head back to Cagliari tomorrow.
One thing we have discovered is that ...
... to be a hole in the ground without much tourist infrastructure. Things got "fun" as without knowing any Italian, having internet access, maps, or guidebooks, we somehow managed to Forrest Gump our way out of there to Sassari, and then through a couple of painful hours in Sassari, before finally ending up on the steps of a car rental agency. Once there, it was only a two hour wait before the staff got ...
... to the beach to a live music venue, then into a beer garden where we had a selection of drinks.
The darkness could have been a problem for seeing our way home, but for our froggy keyring, which let out a light while making a rainforest frog noise.
The sleep in the car was quite comfortable this time.
Its something we would have to do more as we had spent vastly since being here and now needed to economise.
So there we were in Barumini.
We ate one of those ridiculously unhealthy unsatisfying continental breakfasts, ugh, all white bread cake things and Nutella, but at least we got to drink chamomile tea with it. Georgie threw everything he could get his hands on upon the floor.
At our table we had light and fleeting conversation with a gentleman from Italy who now lived near Monaco.
Our tour of the Barumini nuraghi was a guided one, in a group of Italians and all ...