Backflip to Corsica

Trip Start Mar 04, 2008
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Trip End Oct 07, 2008


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Flag of France  , Corsica,
Friday, September 19, 2008

When I got to Genova, I realized I have too many days left to just ride to Rome, so I decided to dip back into France and visit the island of Corsica for a few days. Or maybe I just wanted an excuse to spend a little more time in France and eat more tabouli.

On an island, you are constantly reminded that Mother Nature rules here. The elements are stronger and the signs of civilization more subtle. Corsica hosts many adventure travellers every day. I have met so many different groups "visiting" Corsica in their own way; from the 4WDers in snorkeler equipped Range Rovers, to the bands of motorbikers, to hitchhiking backpackers and of course all sorts and ranges of cycle-tourists. Then there is also the RVers and the normal cars, which blend into the background on Corsica.

Memorable moments on Corsica:
-A guy walks up to me as I'm breaking for lunch atop a pass to deliver a note. He was told by the other girl cycle tourist from Canada that he would see me on my way to Porto and asked to deliver me this note. Turns out, there is a girl named Nathalie from Quebec city, who is riding her bike around Corsica at the same time as me. What are the chances, eh? She found out about me by stopping at the campsite I spent the previous night at, a few hours after I left. We got in touch by email, but unfortunately our paths didn't cross this time. Best of luck Nathalie! I think it's appropriate to remind everyone that Canadian Girls Kick Ass!
-Every day for the first three days, I was passed by the same groups of travellers multiple times a day. Sepcifically the German 4x4ers and the French bikers. They were taking so many breaks on the beaches and/or exploring the side roads so much that their linear progress was no faster than mine, 15km/h. But for me, it was great to see familiar faces and get the support honks and waves.
-I go into a roadside restaurant to fill up my water bottles, I come out to find the men of the French motorbiker group huddled around my bike, taking turns lifting it and looking at eachother in amazement.
-A car pulls over ahead of me on the side of the road, the wife gets out to take a picture of me as I pass by. Made me feel a little bit like the roadside cows all tourists take photos of, but flattering nonetheless.
-I decide to wait out the heavy rain at the gas station, yesterday. While having coffee at the bar, I get to talking with the bartender and I tell him a little bit about my trip. He says, "my girlfriend is so boring, you want a ride to Bastia?" Of course, I passed.


I'm off to Italy, where I ride around until I fly home, in two weeks!
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bodhisattva
bodhisattva on

ciao bella!
in bocca al lupo!!

rbruce
rbruce on

Mmm...Tabouli
Good stuff, no? I lived off it in France as well. Cheap, filling and tasty.

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