As in the peninsula at the top of Corsica (duh, what did you think I meant…)

We decided to make good use of the wifi in Saint Florent, staying up late while my parents watched polyphonic choruses and stuff (by the way, I received multiple, save me messages from my Dad during it)

We went on a long dingy ride up the river for a while and looked at boats, and spent most of the rest of the day relaxing…

Luckily, the faulty wind dissipated while we were there, so we had a nice peaceful trip around the peninsula, staying a night at a town called Centuri, which smelled like sulphur, and ate a pretty average skewer (which wouldn’t have been average before this holiday).

We left Centuri for a large town called Bastia (where we first arrived in Corsica), the following day.