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Travel Blogs from Cala Gonone
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.
... some of these alleys a Fiat Bambino will only just fit.
The alleys are all well lit and it's a really safe place to walk - if you don't consider the cars which can come hurtling down these alleyways!
While we were sitting at dinner one small car reversed up the alleyway which was one way - obviously being lazy. By this stage it was raining and he must have reversed about 250 m on the wet cobblestones. Paul reckons with the speed he ...
Pete: Holy ****, that sheep has huge balls!
Indira: Babe, I think those are udders
Pete: Oh...they're very dangly...
Just a sample of the intricate conversations Indira and I had yesterday while pulling over on Sardinian country roads to allow herds of sheep to get by.
Driving across Sardinia is done on mostly narrow, but well maintained roads. There are no visible large ...
... 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 ...