Along the coast, we found this cute little bay filled with mooring buoys, where we stayed for two nights.

This was the type of place where there’s 8 restaurants for every 10 buildings, and those restaurants regularly had cows walking through them…

Pretty big tourist attraction for something that’s surrounded on three sides by mountains and one by water.

Naturally, though, we attempted to scale these mountains.

I think my Dad said ‘ok, we’re just about at the top’ five times before we arrived. We kept getting to the top of one peak, seeing another, and going after that…

The walk down was also pretty long, along the road and a further path.

All in all, about 16 kilometres.

The wind was starting to pick up in the next few days, in one anchorage, by miracle the anchor went in first try, and we trespassed visited (technically no one owned them), some ruins of a mine, and I climbed this tall tower. There were ladders in this one, although no one wanted to guess the age…

Now we’re in this place called Calvi