More Beaches
Trip Start
Aug 10, 2007
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Trip End
Aug 29, 2007
On awakening we drove closer to the bay, had breakfast, then swam down at the coves.
We found a beautiful little beach, which for quite sometime we had all to ourselves. It was bordered by rocks and had a view out to a rocky island. Boats went past, some drawing near to look at the cove we were in.
We swam out, first over sand, then over rocks, little fishes and sea urchins.
I invented my own style of aquaerobics and a new backward swimming technique, legs quickly apartand the arms round into a praying motion.
Then George made up his own aquaerobics which was amazing, and we had great fun copying him in those shallow waters.
Then others started to arrive, two couples with babes who were so friendly and rich looking, maybe they were from the huge houses above. They let my children play with their beach ball bat game, me too, and with their buckets et al. That beach was really a special find.
We moved on for a picnic lunch at the nearby Punta Cavallo, a rugged breezy protected area of rare plants and exceptional diving.
Clouds came and the choppy sea made it all look quite English.
We then drove onwards to the town of Olbia, where the shopping centre Ellie longed for came into view, and where we bought some music mix, and bread and butter.
We now headed for the Costa Smerelda which I presumed meant the Emerald Coast, and which had associations with the very rich, even with crown regal peoples.
Rain greeted us as we approached the wealthy coast, rain and a long traffic jam.
We found a dirt track road to access the beaches, and parking up, strolled along the beach called the Cala di Volpe. Just a few people remained there from the busy day, and wow, what deluxe boats were in the cove. These were obviously some of the mighty rich on their holidays.
We had to find an OK place to sleep, and there were lots of possibilities, but we kept on driving on and on till our path came right onto a beach and there we decided to sleep the night.
My idea of lounging on the beach till late was dashed by what appeared to be a plague of mosquitos. We had to confine ourselves to the car with the few mossies that made it in there with us
We found a beautiful little beach, which for quite sometime we had all to ourselves. It was bordered by rocks and had a view out to a rocky island. Boats went past, some drawing near to look at the cove we were in.
We swam out, first over sand, then over rocks, little fishes and sea urchins.
I invented my own style of aquaerobics and a new backward swimming technique, legs quickly apartand the arms round into a praying motion.
Then George made up his own aquaerobics which was amazing, and we had great fun copying him in those shallow waters.
Then others started to arrive, two couples with babes who were so friendly and rich looking, maybe they were from the huge houses above. They let my children play with their beach ball bat game, me too, and with their buckets et al. That beach was really a special find.
We moved on for a picnic lunch at the nearby Punta Cavallo, a rugged breezy protected area of rare plants and exceptional diving.
Clouds came and the choppy sea made it all look quite English.
We then drove onwards to the town of Olbia, where the shopping centre Ellie longed for came into view, and where we bought some music mix, and bread and butter.
We now headed for the Costa Smerelda which I presumed meant the Emerald Coast, and which had associations with the very rich, even with crown regal peoples.
Rain greeted us as we approached the wealthy coast, rain and a long traffic jam.
We found a dirt track road to access the beaches, and parking up, strolled along the beach called the Cala di Volpe. Just a few people remained there from the busy day, and wow, what deluxe boats were in the cove. These were obviously some of the mighty rich on their holidays.
We had to find an OK place to sleep, and there were lots of possibilities, but we kept on driving on and on till our path came right onto a beach and there we decided to sleep the night.
My idea of lounging on the beach till late was dashed by what appeared to be a plague of mosquitos. We had to confine ourselves to the car with the few mossies that made it in there with us

