Sunday 13/8/2006
That particular day was different from the others. We checked out from Martini and we headed north in order to find a camping to stay for the next three nights. Our first choice was one in the coast of Costa Smeralde (it had a pool too). But before I turned off my motorcycle an employee informed me that it was full.
Having Palau as an alternative solution we headed there. When we reached there I felt very lucky that the previous one was full…And that because Palau had a magnificent camping called: Camping Isola di Cabbiani. As you can understand by it’s name, it’ s a place that’ s surrounded by the sea giving you the impression that it is a small island. That area is connected with the land through a strip of land that on both sides there are two fabulous beaches.
When we saw it we were impressed and we asked if there is available space. I must say that until the employee answered us we were hanging from his lips. We were lucky, because there was available space for 34€ per day (tent, two persons and one motorcycle).
A young man with a scooter showed us round the camping and pointed us out the place were we could rig up our tent. The only bad thing was the wind that bloomed. That had as an effect that took me almost forty minutes to rig up the tent that under other circumstances I don’ t need not even ten!
Finally, I managed to rig it up and pump up the two mattresses that I had. When I got better, we went for a small ride to Santa Tereze di Galloura. While we were heading there something unexpected happened: a careless Italian driver hitted me to the exhaust. Fortunately, we didn’t fell off and when we stopped to see what had happened, I was glad to find out that it had not a single damage.
We finally reached Santa Tereze di Galloura. It was a beautiful place! The central square with the tiled lanes and the small shops were crowded. The town is famous because of the cork that is produced there. You can easily realize that, because the small stores have every kind of construction made of cork! We found even postal cards made of cork. They were really fascinating.
We had a coffee and food and we returned to Palau as the sun had gone down. Every night after 9 o’ clock the road of the port closes and becomes a pedestrianized street. At the same time there is a fair with Moroccenean salesmen doing different artistic activities, fixing wonderful and unique small jewels. As it’s easy to understand, we bought our little something and went back to the camping to sleep.
But there we had an unpleasant surprise! The tent looked like it was bombed! The wind that was blowing had broken the central whalebone of the tent. Inventing a patent and doing many prayers I finally managed to fix it. Fortunately, later the air stopped and we could sleep without felling worried.