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... Foreign in its rhythm and still all too familiar.
A week spent snorkelling, idly swimming, lying on rocks that warmed our hearts, staring without intent at a horizon vacant of white caps, admiring the super highway of yachts, collecting rocks that were abandoned at the end of the day.
Haute Corte. Forever in our hearts and forever grateful we will be.
... from the 35 plus
temperatures. Since then we have continued on through the gorges to the west
coast, travelling through the beautifully scenic Castagniccian, chestnut
forested hills. In November the chestnuts are harvested to make flour. They
make very yummy crepes.
Throughout this area, there are many hilltop villages. which
are slowly being abandoned, as the young move to the mainland for ...
... Corsica, as it's his old one, and is on its last legs. Or should I say wheels anyway. My right pedal had been giving me some dramas on our way uphill, into the little villages the other day, John said it was bent, and maybe the thread was stripped. On our way to the beach we realised we'd left the umbrella behind, and believe it or not, on walking back to the supermarket an hour and a half later, it was still there, leaning up against the wall. We spent the morning at ...
... waited and just followed them. Then we caught the local train to Ille Rousse, another little sea side town up the coast. Anybody complaining of the train service to Melbourne, should have a ride on this. Locally, it's called the "Rattler" . It took 45 mins, but was probably only going about 20 mins, the rest was stops along the way. It stopped here and there, sometimes no station in sight, to pick up people and let others off. It was full too, so ...
... a couple of ski boats. One of the beaches had big inflated slides and platforms for the kids to play on, and they were having a ball. This afternoon we set off on the bikes again and found the sandy beach just south of Bastia, and spent a couple of hours there, mostly in the water, as it was glorious. The beach was a bit soul less though as it was just a big expanse of gritty sand. We rode back through the old port area, which was unbelievable. ...