Photo 1: Genoese watchtower
The day starts at 6.30 a.m. I had seen far away, in the promontory to the right of Cargese, a Genoese watchtower would be a nice destination. I walk through Peru beach, of sand that enters abundantly into my boots. Point towards the tower, even if I’m aware that I won’t be able to reach it, it’s 5 km and as many back, impossible in an hour and a half. But I also take a path that runs about twenty metres above sea level, sometimes of fine sand, sometimes of rocks.
Photo 2: Peru beach
I pass two coves, where in each, solitary is anchored a sailboat. It’s 7.15 and I haven’t reached half the route yet, I lost too much time, even if the word lost is just a way of saying, looking at and photographing the various plants that make up the vegetation of the place and then cataloguing them with the right app, but above all I got lost observing the shapes of the plants that seem to have gone through Edward’s care scissor hands. The wind and the shape of the cliffs of the path make sure that the plants that make up the scrub have rounded or gallery shapes that fascinate my gaze.
Photo 3: Vegetation that seems to have been cared for by Edward Scissorhands
Photo 4: Vegetation that seems to have been cared for by Edward Scissorhands
Photo 5: The cove with the boat at anchor
I return to the hotel for breakfast but first I have to take a shower because the climb is very strong and above all, the heat is felt considerably, the sea and the sky are not clear at all and a heat hood is already felt at 7:45. At 10 we leave, and the first thing we have to face is certainly the crazy climb, with all the load of bicycles, which leads to the centre of Cargese. Done on foot, and we would need another shower. The road is a continuous hop on and off by the sea. The views are there, but the lack of sun is noticed leaving the landscape orphaned with strong emotions.
Photo 6: Cargese (the other side)
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It will be the heat, it will be the lack of the right light, the desire to photograph is not much, so much so that Cri more than once urges me to do it. We pass wide and vast beaches, until we arrive at noon and a half to stop at a bar, just before the beginning of the climb of the day, the Bocca di San Bastiano, which will pave the way for us towards Ajaccio. A nice plate of Corsican cold cuts, this time to be divided in two, maybe it’s better. A French gentleman also approaches sitting at the bar and tells me that he overtook us yesterday with his partner sitting at the table. I don’t know if it was a speech of admiration, or to make us understand that they had given us uphill beer, oh? Let’s take the road again And it is immediately the terrible climb of San Bastiano that on paper is marked with slopes that reach almost 16%. With various stops to rest and drink we can do everything by staying in the saddle. Some sections were really hard, the hardest climb we made in the whole lap. In an hour and a half we manage to drain not without stopping at the bar of the mouth of San Bastiano to get a large bottle of sparkling water.
Photo 10: Towards the San Bastiano pass
Photo 11; Ajaccio harbour and the train station from our hotel
Then down towards Ajaccio, always on the F81, which is busy a lot being Friday night. The entrance to Ajaccio is also quite bustling due to city traffic but we can quickly find the hotel where we booked practically near the station. The project was tomorrow morning to take the 11 o’clock train charging our good bicycles and reach Bastia in 4 hours to resume our car. But it will not be so because it has been for about 10 years that the Corsican railways no longer accept to load bicycles on the new trains, as they are too small to be able to carry out this service. Therefore we have to opt that the plan b, that is, Cri, stays at the hotel and I leave to take the car by train to return in the evening here again d’Ajaccio, practically what we had also done in Sicily. I’ll leave you some photos even if I realise that the day was not so beautiful and honestly even the route was not at the same height as those taken in recent days. Final photo for the two of us and for the Guiding Star Inner Tubes.
Photo 12: The two of us on the hotel terrace
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Adesso vado a guardarmi il video. Ciaoo un abbraccio!