Everything is such a secret in Sardinia, there are very few signs directing you to what you want to see, I got fed up looking for the well known (not) route to the beach so I just took a random turn and when the road ran out started walking. It was a great one and a half hour walk down to the beach and a little longer coming back, all uphill. The sand was that really course stuff and it made my feet tickle all the way to the root of my tounge so I kept the shoes on. My knee started playing up when I got back so I am now on Brufen and praying that it settles down, I have too many walks planned.
The mountain part of the SS125 was a twisting turning pleasure to drive at lunch time but for the rest of the time it was full of German motorcyclists, cows, goats, Italian idiots and Lycra loonies all getting in the way. I think this stretch of road must have been reviewed in the German motorcycle press because I estimate there were over 300 German registered bikes per hour passing my coffee stop at 11ish.
I am taking Posh and Princess to a market tomorrow before dropping them off at Porto Rodondo, while I retire to the pool to rest my poor knee.
Did I say the average daytime temperature is 25C? Just about right for me.
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