Never managed to get drunk at the prices they wanted at the bar on the ferry, and never managed to get much sleep either. The arms on the chairs were thick metal so it’s not like you could even spread yourself across two chairs. Most people slept on the floor which in hindsight I probably should have done also.
Woke up early morning (when they turn the lights on) to find myself on the coast of Corsica. I don’t know much of its history but I bet when it was first discovered they thought it was paradise. Dominating mountains blanketed in lush thick trees, beautiful deep blue oceans and gorgeo
us weather. I could just about make all this out through my blurry vision and sore eyes.
I met a French cyclist on the ferry who was going to spend 15 days cycling around the island. He went the tourist route while I went straight down the main road towards Sardinia. Its Italy I want to get to now and unfortunately I didn’t have much time to research Corsica’s delights to spend any time appreciating them.
As I didn’t sleep a wink I didn’t want to push myself too hard so I finished my ride today at 11am. I’m about a quarter if the way down the island. I’ve had my first swim in the sea since the beginning of the trip and relax around the pool. Early night tonight so I feel fresh tomorrow.