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.