Corsica

Corsica is a French island in the Mediterranean Sea. It is only 5 to 6 hours on the ferry from Nice to Calvi.

 I was so fortunate to stay the night in Nice with my new American friends, S. and B. The evening preceded my travel across the water to Calvi. We had a great evening together, wine and cheese tasting. Afterwards, S. and B.  produced a book that had a chapter about Corsica. It informed me that Corsica is for beach lovers, culture buffs, hikers, divers and families. It combines vast stretches of shoreline with the beauty of the mountains along with a rich history. My appetite was whet with superlatives from everyone and anyone who can talk. 

I took a "selfie" as I waited dockside for the ferry to pull up. I think I look like the cat that just ate the cream. There is a silent euphoria going on inside my head as I anticipate the next three weeks of travel.

The ferry was immense. It arrived with much pomp and ceremony as if it was a long distance ocean liner.

The back of the ferry lowered it's massive "derrière" for the large amounts of vehicles that made the voyage. I entered the ferry as a foot passenger. The voyage across was non-eventful, so I settled in to a solid 5 hours of reading and knitting.

After disembarking, I only had about 2 kilometres to walk to the camping ground. However, the lethargy of being stationary for the most of the day, and carrying heavy bags meant that I walked at a slothful pace to find my digs for the next week. I was rather charmed by these sign posts. I think they depict what goes on in these parts.

The pine trees gracefully extended towards the sky with lots of panâche.

A motorcyclist and pillion passenger timed their "drive by" with impeccable precision as I snapped the shutter. I took this shot to show you where I stayed. It was 200 meters from the beach. Try Google Earthing it.

Near the entrance of the camping ground was a collection of flags. The white flag in the foreground is the Corsican flag. It sorts a Corsican person wearing a black bandana. I love it. What a shame that I was unable to capture the image with the flag in view.

The camp shop sported all the needs for having fun at the beach. 

I was transported from the office to my cabin in the world's most cutest golf cart. It was somewhat weird being delivered with regal importance....... what with my backpack and hand luggage, I felt like a tramp.

The green scene was the view from my cabin for the next 5 days. The scent of the eucalyptus trees always reminded me of a sweet marijuana perfume.

I settled in, and with all my might tried to see the benefits of having an idyllic week-long beach holiday ...... alone. I decided to use this as an opportunity to indulge in spiritual and personal introspection; a luxury that eludes me in the hustle and bustle of the life of a school teacher.