I thought I’d be able to find a good title, but apparently not, but the partying in this place made up for it.

We happened to arrive just in time for a food and wine festival (which nearly caused my parents to start partying before it began), attempted to rent a car, failed, and decided to walk around until the party started!

There was definitely no shortage of sights to see, and from some we had very good views.

It was a colourful little town, trying to make otherwise plain designs into something far more noteworthy and interesting, and it definitely succeeded.

The food and wine festival was a bunch of stalls from which you could buy coupons. The coupons allowed each person 3 food samples and 3 drink samples.

Since we had a group of five, and only three eligible people for the drinks, my parents and Ciara were very excited.

We left completely stuffed and drunk (well, not me) and we’re very glad that it was me and Kian driving the tender back to the boat…

Late the next day, after visiting a castle and exploring more, we finally got a rental car and went inland.

Inland, we visited a highly overrated, virtually opaque lake, where we didn’t stay for long, and spent most of the day being treated to an 8 course meal, after which, none of us needed dinner.

Ciara left in the afternoon, taking the train back to Cagliari, and after returning the car, we slept and digested.

We felt we had to do something special for her birthday. Isola Mal Di Ventre.

Of course; private, meaning, there were no people or infrastructure…

But we did a nice walk, had a debris competition (I found a spade and won), and took photos (none of them by me).

That was basically it, but the next place, Bosa, probably can’t fit with anything else…

We’re in Sardinia.

I have that much.

Somewhere north of the capital, and near a town called Bugéru (pronounced by westerners as bugga-roo)

I only remembered that from the name.

The west coast is not so big on tourism and lacks many marinas, so we have been staying in bays most nights.

One night, we stayed in a completely empty bay, it turned out, this was because it was a military zone, they came and told us off, but let us leave peacefully when we told them we were only dumb Australians.

Afterwards, we kept going up the coast, spending a night at the island of san pietro or something, then went back to the mainland, picked up one of my Aunts, and then went back to the top of the island.

We taught her how to jump and swing off the boom, but she didn’t really do it, and then, several nights later, dropped her off at Bugéru.

The coast has some very nice cliffs though, and we swam for a while in them.

The next few days were uneventful.

We picked up an Irish relative in some other place and did the typical routine of wandering around and eating (in some not-so-typical banana restaurant though).

We did this long walk across some coast to a town called Tharros, where there was a big tower and some ruins, and in the most recent two nights we have anchored, swam, and jumped, and not much else.