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Olbia - Porto Theodoro

Trip Details

Road Trip 2006 III
Date: Sat, 12/08/2006
Motorcyclists: Nikos
Copilots: Despoina
Photographers: Nikos, Despoina
Authors: Nikos
Translators: Ragas
Map: Trip map
Photographs: Link

Sightseeing map

Saturday 12/8/2006

We woke up and we took our breakfast without being in a hurry, as usual in our hotel. Afterwards we went shopping and we visited the area, which is the airport, where there are two big shopping centers. I had the chance to buy a pair of shoes in a very nice price. I had to take money from the ATM as credit card didn’t function in order to use it for my shopping. As I was informed afterwards it belonged to the new age and the machines were not upgraded in order to be compatible.

Before we left we ate something quick at the MacDonald’s that were in the shopping center. We headed to Porto Theodoro, a small village with beautiful and picturesque houses.

We decided to stop and swim at the huge beach called Theodoro with the white sand and the blue waters. Even though there were a lot of people it made me great impression the fact that the deck-chairs were free. To tell you the truth I didn’t believe that and during our stay at the beach I kept thinking that someone would appear and ask us money.

After few hours we returned to Oldia. I must say that we enjoyed every night we spent in the city. We probably used to it. We probably have given it more attention and we realized that it was beautiful. The one thing that it’s sure is that the first depressing impression had change. To that contributed the Moroccenean salesmen that impressed with their creations Despina and me.

We tasted the local cuisine by eating pizza in one of the few restaurants that there are in the city in comparison to the great amount of visitors. Then we decided to sit in one of the benches that were in front of the central Library, having the chance to see the other tourists enjoying their walk.

There were really a lot of people… Young boys were teasing girls. Some others on their scooters –in Italy they drive from the age of 16- and full with pride they were going up and down the street. Young well-dressed couples were enjoying their night out on sitting on the benches and on the side walks of the Library playing seek and hide. Some others were secretly smoking. These images that at some point made me feel that I am in a provincial town of Greece.

It was midnight and we decided to return to the hotel, even though the streets were crowded.