We headed towards Cala Goloritzé and the first hour of the trip was pretty uneventful aside from the fact that we couldn'tfigure out the speed limit to save ourselves (signs on the highway were saying 50km but all the cars were going 120km!). We then got off the main highway and this is where things started to get a bit hairy. The road was single carriageway with each lane barely big enough for one car. The roads were so bendy and windy but the Italians refused to slow down and half of the time the opposite traffic cut corners into our lane! There were far too many near death experiences to count but with Doug's expert navigation we made it through.
Unfortunatly, my navigation was not so expert. I managed to get us 10km off track down a dirt road with no sign of humans... It was 1 step away from Wolf Creek. After a testing few minutes trying to navigate back we got back onto the main road through the smallest streets imaginable. The town we went through was unbelievably small and the streets almost didn't fit our car!
We FINALLY made it to Cala Goloritzé and started the long hike. Luckily most of it was downhill but it was very difficult terrain. We walked in the 28 degree heat for what felt like forever and eventually 1hr 25 min later we came out to what can only be described as an oasis. We walked down to the beach (the pebbles were all marble!) And instantly jumped into the freezing cold azure blue water. Douggie got his snorkel out and swam with the fish, we then decided as it was 4.20 and aparently 2hrs walk home we should start the venture back.
The walk back can only be described as hell. Walking 4km in 28 degree heat 470m up hill was ambitious. After what felt like 100 stops and a few harsh words we made it - and it only took us 1hr 45 min.
We had no time to waste so jumped back in the car and headed towards the Olbia hospital as Doug's foot had swolen up. 2.5hrs and 765 near death experiences later we arrived at what can only be described as the bleakest emergency room in the world. There were so many people there and as Doug didn't want me to have to do the drive in the dark (in case they gave him painkillers or something) he made the decision to keep pushing on and go to another hospital tomorrow.
Lucky he did as it got very dark very quickly. We headed towards our hotel in the small fishing town of Palau... and nearly had 4 head on collisions with trucks!
It was 10.15 and we were well and truly pooped but hadn't eaten a scrap of food all day. We settled on takeaway from a restraunt nearby as I was craving a carbonara... you couldn't believe my shock when it came out as a carbonara PIZZA! I was far too exhausted to argue and it was actually quite good. Doug also managed to get a pineapple pizza which I'm sure is unheard of in Italy.
In bed now ready for a big day of sailing tomorrow!
- K x
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