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Dorgali/Orgosolo/Oliena/Dorgali 80km
... ed una collezione di anonime palazzine.
Certo, i murales sono imperdibili e danno una idea molto chiara delle inclinazioni politiche locali. Non vale la pena affannarsi a cercare una sede del Pdl.
Difficile scegliere un murales più bello degli altri, ma quello di Faber mi emoziona in modo
particolare. Ricordo una frase di Carlo Massarini, indimenticato Mister Fantasy degli anni 80: “la mancanza di De Andrè è quotidiana”. Concordo. ...
To Cala Gonone
... 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.
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Day of Nuraghi's
... to stop and admire them.
We saw two more nuraghi's on this day.
The first one was a hilltop, uncared for nuraghi, on which were living the local goat/sheep/mouflons.It was reached only by a long rough track. There were no other people around and no entry fees. The goatees there were being looked after by a big dog, as they all did seem to be in Sardinia, and they all ran off as we approached.
That nuraghi was called Corongiu and was close to a village called Nurri. ...
Hanging out on the Golgo Plateau
... three little piglets that ran around, and a relaxed cute calf. There were murky ponds to see and and a huge hole in the ground called Su Sterru that led to Sardinias deepest cave system.
We went back to the Goloritze parking snack bar to buy some of their spicy and pecorino flavoured crisps, and took them back to camp. I ate mine to the accompaniment of the Cannonau wine.
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Cala Goloritze
... pulled her out in the waters so that she could swim through the arch. There were young men up on the arch jumping into the sea.
Back in the shallows the men had formed a crowd, and as a fun game they were lifting up women and children and throwing them into the water. I liked the Italian atmosphere so much.
In time we thought we had better set off for the hard trek back, and hard it was indeed, some kilometres uphill, often in hot ...