Sardinia | TRAVEL
THE JOURNEY
This was part of our summer jaunt seeing how many ferry journeys we could fit into one holiday - Wales to Ireland to France to Corsica to Sardinia to Barcelona, then home. This section covers the two and a half weeks in September that we spent on Sardinia, arriving at Santa Teresa Gallura from Corsica and leaving from Porto Torres to go to Barcelona
THE COSTS
522 miles
Our ferry pulls out from Corsica's Bonifacio for the 50-minute journey to Sardinia, the Maddalena archipelago strung out like gemstones in the turquoise sea. Full of expectation, we look towards Sardinia's violet mountains, the view otherworldly.
As I'm musing on how it's as if we're legendary Mediterranean adventurers, Seán grows misty eyed, “Ichnusa,” he intones. Of course, my practical one is dreaming of an ice-cold glass of Sardinia's iconic beer.
We drive 11km south along the pineedged SS200, from Santa Teresa Gallura to La Liccia campsite, which is a lotus-eater sort of place – we plan to stay one night, end up staying five. Our terraced pitch is shaded by Mediterranean pines. Fan palms edge the pool; massive butterflies feast on bougainvillea; swallows swoop through umbrella pines backed by sharp-toothed mountains.
A woman from Oregon is a true diplomat as she gets the League of Nations talking around the pool, even though she hasn't a word of Italian, French or German. We chat to Paolo
