Didn’t think I’d be back here for at least another year, but here I am, at some island off Tuscany (you know, the famous wine place), having just picked up two friends, from Bastia.

This place was significantly German influenced, and one of the places Napoleon spent his exile.

We anchored off this town, and had drinks in a German pub before dinner in a restaurant with an almost incomprehensibly fast speaking Yugoslavian waiter.

We finished circling the island in only two more days, one night staying in a bay that was idyllically shallow and clear. The day after we came upon a wreck and did some snorkelling before heading back to Corsica.