The place is situated on Ariella Beach, about 3km south of the town centre. This flies in the face of all received wisdom as the site provokes consistently bad on-line reviews on everything - Google, Trip-advisor, Campercontact. The consensus - unkempt and unhygienic sanitation, disinterested staff, windswept and exposed, pitches prone to road noise, adjacent to bars with loud weekend discos - all of this is true, and the site is mosquito infested into the bargain. However, it does have redeeming features - it is next to the Montesoro suburban station, only a six minute ride to the town centre.
|There's a short cut from the site down the side of the track - we felt very transgressive.|
|Elba from the cab - a tad atmospheric this morning...|
|Bastia - a mixture of grandeur,|
|- the old harbour - now yachts outnumber fishing boats|
|parts of the old town are somewhat 'faded'.|
|other bits - falling apart -|
|Everywhere we have been threatened by polyphonic chants - a cunning method of contolling visitor numbers maybe?|
|A good choice of restaurants around the old poert|
|What is it with the French and orange decor - at least it was not matched with lime green - their preferred choice....|
|I suppose it's unreasonable to expect Italian quality pizzas in France.|
|Napoleon being mighty|
|Biblio boxes - what a great idesa|
|Some were disused phome boxes, others - like this one at the harbour and one on the beach were, well - just boxes|
|We want one like this - but fridge magnet sized...|
This morning was another tricky departure - again reversing on board. The deckhands were Italian, their arm waving was more animated than in Toulon, but also more gnomic. It was only a sharp toot on the horn by the Dutch guy behind me that prevented our bike rack crashing into his bonnet. The Italian crew in my wing mirrors were still signaling 'plenty of room'. I heeded the Dutchman. In the end - no problemo.
... bless this region, its vendages, and those / Who call it home: though one cannot always / Remember exactly why one has been happy, / There is no forgetting that one was.