The storm

Trip Start Jun 12, 2007
Trip End Ongoing

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Flag of Italy  , Sardinia,
Thursday, October 1, 2009

We're woken by thunder and heavy rain this morning – a storm is in full force and its right overhead. Forks of lightening strike in the courtyard outside the room and illuminate the gap under our door, thunder booms above us, then rolls around the valley. Neither of us are keen to get up, so we snuggle back down and listen to the rain pounding on the roof above us.  The electricity has been taken out by the storm, so when we finally decide to make a move towards breakfast we get dressed in darkness.

On the way to breakfast there is a couple standing outside their room who say hello, we respond hello and they ask if we are English – yes we are and so are they.  They are quite despondent because for some reason they didn’t know when they booked this accommodation that it was literally in the middle of nowhere – there is nothing around us other than mountains and the walk to the beach.  They wanted to know where there was a shop – well, the nearest shop of any description at all was 5 miles away, we are after all staying in a converted monastery.  They had arrived by taxi last night and were considering not unpacking and leaving.  I did feel for them a bit, because they seemed so lost – the fact that no one here seems to speak English was also a concern for them. They asked us what we had been doing during the week and we told them about our hire car – so, then they were asking how it is driving here as neither of them had driven abroad before.  We left them deciding if they were going to try and get reception to order them a taxi to leave and "cut their losses".   I thought it was a big shame because it’s so beautiful here.

We were going to Villasimius first today – it’s the tourist town for Italian people here along the south coast. Its about 20 miles away and we were headed there to pick up some more lunch goodies and then to drive a bit up the east coast of the island. I suggested to John that if we bumped into the couple again before we head out that we should offer them a lift there and maybe they could hire a car.  We did bump into them and they seemed really happy at the offer of a lift into Villasimius, so we all get in the car and set off along the coastal road.  We spent the half hour journey chatting and then drop Alan and his wife off in the centre and set about finding parking.  It’s still pouring down with rain, we take a short wander round the town and then decide to walk to the beach, which is about a mile away.  We were quite wet by the time we get there, so we find a small café hut open right beside the beach with a few tables underneath some shelter, we sit there and have a couple of cups of coffee.  It was fantastic sitting there by the sea; the waves are pretty rough today, we sit watching them and the rain, drinking our hot drinks.

Eventually we walk back into the town, get some picnic bits from the supermarket and head off up the coastline where we find a spot right next to a deserted beach and sit in the car (it’s still raining) to eat our lunch.

We spend the rest of the afternoon driving around on muddy, stony tracks (although I’m not quite sure why, since we had both agreed this morning no tracks today because of the rain, we’d likely get stuck – but there you go.

We land up in the middle of some marshes at one point and we sit and watch several large birds of prey circling in the air – it had finally stopped raining.

When we arrived back at the monastery we bumped into Alan and his wife again – they had managed to find a bus timetable that said they could get a bus back from Villasimius at 4pm along the coastal road, that would stop fairly near to the monastery. They were totally unaware that everything shuts here between 1pm and 4pm, so they’d spent the morning looking round the town thinking that they’d hire a car in the afternoon and if all else failed catch the bus back at 4pm, but then found themselves in a complete ghost town for 3 hours with nothing to do – oh dear!

We read for an hour, then drove to see the sun set. Afterwards we found somewhere to have dinner and made our way back.
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