Nics Diary – Part 4
– 17.8.12
Sardinia, Corsica, Monico and the South of France
We arrived in Alghero, Sardinia on the 20th of
July. Stevie had read on someone else’s blog that we would be able to tie up to
the harbour wall for free for a few days. We were also warned to ignore the
‘harbour staff’ in dinghy’s who would try to get us to pay for a berth in one
of the marinas. However, when we tried to tie to the harbour wall someone came
along and tried to charge us 70 euros! We told him that it should be free, but
he insisted that we pay, so we left immediately. This was our first hint of
things not quite being straight down the line in Italy, and Stevie read more
about corruption in Italy with regards to ripping off boaties……..
We left the harbour, and managed to find a nice spot to
anchor. As no one else was around we decided that this would be a lovely place
to have a BBQ and bonfire on the beach (Our own wee Loch Lomond – where we used
to go, and what we used to do as often as we could in Scotland). This time
Stevie got really drunk and I had to get us safely home on the dinghy!
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| BBQ on beach and our beautiful Runaway in the background |
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| Just like Loch Lomond - Just a little warmer! |
In the town we found
a really cheap supermarket with 27 cents beer – perfect.
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| Yummy! Looks like it should be scottish? |
So we stocked up with
several crates and then moved on to a small town called Bosa. I really liked
this place, to begin with, as the water was beautifully clear, and
turquoise! We stayed here for a few
days, and each day we went to shore and tied up our dinghy around a pole on the
beach as there appeared to be no dinghy dock to lock it up on. The pole was part of a small fenced off area,
but each time Stevie locked it, I was looking around to ensure no one objected.
On the third day of doing this, I decided to stay on shore myself and look
around the shops, and Stevie decided to go back to the boat. The arrangement
was that he would look out for me down a jetty, and come and collect me.
However, when I got there, there was no sign of Stevie, so I decided to have a
beer in a pub nearby. There were 2 policemen hanging around, but I thought
nothing of it. 5 minutes later Stevie appeared, got off the dingy, and walked
straight past me. I was shouting him, but he kept walking. He shouted back to
me ‘What was it you said about getting a parking ticket for the dinghy?’, then
I realised that the 2 policemen were waiting for him! The dinghy had been
clamped on the beach, and we were issued with a 200 euro fine for parking the
dinghy on the beach. I tried to explain that this amount was too much and that
it meant that I wouldn’t be able to eat for a week but they didn’t care. The
really annoying thing was that there was an option to give us a warning, but
they decided to fine us instead. We were given 60 days to pay the fine, and for
obvious reasons, we decided to depart Italy rapidly and head for Corsica,
France.
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| Bosa Beach - very nice - shame about the fine! |
Corsica turned out to be a beautiful island. We visited an
isolated bay called Girolata, where the only access was by boat, as there were
no roads. The streets were really narrow, and the buildings and restaurants
were really old looking. It was like something out of an old movie!
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| Definitely worth a visit! |
We eventually moved on to the North of the Island, where
there was a big city called Calvi. The anchorage was a wee bit out from the
city, but still in the main bay by a nice beach. We liked it here as there as
the anchorage was uncrowded. We had another BBQ on the beach here, and on our
final evening, the wind became quite strong. After a few hours the anchorage
was packed, as it appeared that every boat from the island had come here for
shelter. We spent the rest of the evening watching other boats trying to anchor
in the strong winds, and several boats dragged and almost collided. Every boat
around us did not lock their dinghies, and even in the harbour in the town,
they were not locked. As locking our
dinghy (a nice rhib) meant that it was close to the boat, and in the strong
wind it would repeatedly hit off the back of the yacht, we decided it was safe
to leave it unlocked for the night. Big mistake! (Funnily I had named this dinghy
‘runaway’, in case Stevie annoyed me too much, so I could run away! I think I
jinxed it). We went to bed around 1am, and I woke to Stevie shouting angrily at
4am – Runaway had been stolen. We were raging! No one else’s was locked, and we
came to the conclusion that out of 100 boats in the anchorage, we were targeted
for being the foreigner. We felt awful – especially after being robbed less
than a month ago in Mar Menor (Nics Diary – Part 2). Luckily we had a spare
dinghy (unfortunately not a rhib), and I have decided to call this one ‘Stay
Home’. Needless to say, first thing the next morning we left for mainland
France.
We left with no plans of where we were heading (other than
south of France direction), and decided to head where the wind took us! We
arrived at 3am, dropped anchor and got some sleep. The next day we headed west
and, when we found a good place to anchor, decided we should treat ourselves to
a nice meal out. There was a full strip of restaurants by a marina, all with
dinner for around 30 euros. Quite expensive, but we wanted to cheer ourselves
up and treat ourselves. We wondered why it was so expensive, noticing all the
Ferraris, Bentleys and Rolls Royces driving by, we realised that we were in
Monaco, and not the south of France – Nice!
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| Very proud of our Scottish flag - but maybe the reason we were targeted? |
When we were at anchor, Stevie swam over to a UK boat nearby
and got talking to the neighbour. A very nice man called Jeff who offered to drive us to a real
supermarket, as all of the coastal towns tend to charge a fortune for the
simplest of groceries. We assumed he was going for himself too, but no, it
turned out that he was going well out of his way to take care of us – thankyou!
Very much appreciated after the bad luck and misfortune we had encountered in
the previous days – nice to know there are still nice people in the world!
The same evening, when I was cooking dinner on the boat, I
heard someone shouting ‘Hello’. We popped our head out, and it was a lovely German
couple, Angelika and Christian in a tiny wee 25ft
yacht called Xenia . They said that they had tried to get into the
marina and it was full, anyway, we got talking, had dinner together, and a few
drinks and discovered that they were the nicest people you could ever imagine
to randomly meet when travelling. Christian was a physiotherapist, who was able
to give Stevie some help with his sore shoulder, and Angelika worked with
disabled people. They had towed their wee yacht on the back of a trailer from
Germany for a 3 week holiday in the med. I think we were the perfect couple for
them to meet, as Angelika had no experience of sailing (same as myself), and
Christian hoped to spend the 3 weeks persuading her that ‘this was the life’!
So, to meet us, doing the whole’ live in a yacht thing’ was great for them, and
I really appreciated their nice company! We sailed together to Isles De Lerins.
This was the busiest anchorage we had seen. It was located between 2 beautiful
islands. One of the islands had a wee fortified town,
and the other had a monastery on it. Lovely – but very busy.
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| Christian & Angelika |
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| Their wee boat rafted up next to ours |
I saw
the biggest ever spider plants, of which my friend Steve from home would be
very jealous of!
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| Monsterous Spider Plant |
Crazy Diamond (our yacht) is doing ok, although the rudder
still needs the bearings replaced. We aimed to have this done in Sardinia, but
after hearing and witnessing some bad experiences, Stevie ordered the parts
online. They have arrived in the UK, so now we are looking for a place to have
the work done.
Our water maker packed in, so we are on a wee bit of a
ration.
My garden is coming along nicely, although, I got sick of
waiting for the mint to grow (to make Mojitos), so decided to buy some pre-grown mint!
I have had a wee go at some home baking – French onion tart
and quiche. I now need to practice making bread and pizza bases in preparation
for our Atlantic crossing.
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Homemade Quiche |
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French onion tart
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This month my skills have progressed from being Stevies
hairdresser (Nics Diary – Part 3), to his dentist, as his filling fell out. He
thinks that the temporary filling I gave him feels far better than the one his
dentist gave him before we left – well, we will see how long it lasts for?
I have been learning how to exercise on a boat!
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| The odd wee snorkel! |
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| and a little boogie on the deck! |
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| We are doing well considering the small space to live in and the extreme heat! |
So, apart from our nasty fine, and being robbed again, we
are doing great. The south of France is beautiful, although very expensive!
Next we are heading to Barcelona to pick up my mum, and then back to the
Balaerics, as some more friends and
family are coming to visit before we head to the Canaries to prepare for our
Atlantic crossing in November. Still missing you all millions – would love to
come home for a pint! I wish you all well, Nic xx
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Stevie having a wash!
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