I booked passage on the overnight ferry from France to Corsica. I am starting to feel like there are far too many ferries buzzing around in my life.
And here it is:
"Honey---uh--- do you think you might be going just a little fast?"
"Nah -- I got it under control"\
" But honey, these roads are a little tricky"
"Listen woman -- who's the man here?"
I try to stop at a scenic place for lunch (mostly sandwiches) but I think I am going to stop doing that-- otherwise I am afraid I am going to give myself food poisoning.
I usually try to get some exercise each evening. I was running night before last on a trail like this one---
They do a lot of kayaking here (and my kayaking buddies will be interested to know that they only use the Corsica kayaks like mine, or Prijons, or other larger boats. I guess the trend to small play boats that we have back home never caught on here. They also do a lot of hiking, canyoning, and climbing. The mountains certainly look like they would be fun for any of those activities.
What do you think this is? I'm not real sure myself, but there were sure a lot of thank you notes to Saint Mary there. Maybe they are from people who are glad they survived the roads.
More later from Sardinia,