Sardines in Sardinia

We arrived on Italian shores at the Sicilian port of Alghero. As a storm raged around us, we limped to safety right as the engine died. But that is another story on it's own! We tied up to the coast guard's berth among the local fishermen who looked upon us with dubiously raised monobrows. It didn't take them long to warm to our charming personalities, and soon we were scoring rides with them into town and waving to each other as the days went on. We received more apologies about the tragic death of the Crocodile Hunter, which we accepted with admirably straight faces.

Alghero is a beautiful and very old town with ancient cannonballs littering the sand and miles of thick city walls to wander on to wile away the days. We ate gelato and thick chunks of brie on freshly baked bread, swordfish straight out of the sea, cooked with fresh herbs and lemons from the market. As you can imagine, the whole experience was hell. Actually it was bliss, the only difficulties tainting our days were the persistent mechanical disasters which kept Doug busy. I really wished I knew more about engines and generators, but unfortunately Kaz and I were of little use.

The town of Bossa...

We met a lovely English couple who ran sailing charters out of Alghero. It is amazing how quickly you become friends with English speaking people in a foreign land. They are like a little lifeline that connects you to home. It wasn't long before we were having dinner at each other's "houses", and taking them up on the kind offer of the use of their car. Kaz, Doug and I did a roadtrip down the coast to a cool town called Bossa. The buildings are brightly coloured and the cactus grow rampant throughout the streets. Perched dramatically on a steep hill overlooking the town, is a medieval castle. We climbed the steep steps to the top and then got chased back down by the security guards (note to self... only fools try to scale castle walls in broad daylight).