After three days on a campsite, I was nicely chilled, Craig was bored, which sort of sums us two up perfectly. Time to set off and explore this lovely coastline then. We exited the secure campsite and Craig parked on the large car park at the front, whilst I nipped in to the reception to settle our bill. Soon we were back on the road and after a few days in one place it felt good. Its funny how sometimes a short break can help you appreciate the things you love. Hugging the coast we pass a number of small beaches nestle against sand dunes sheltered by the odd pine forests.
We arrive at Is Arrutas beach with ample parking space. Craig starts to do his thing and drive all over the car park looking for the right spot before he heads to the exit. As we approach the exit an old chap in a pick up truck pulls along side and starts chatting to us in Italian. Apart from the word ‘camper’ we have not got a clue what he said but Craig nods, smiles and starts to follow him.
Off the main road and up a dirt track towards an old farm. As we look back we have a small following of campers. Our convoy slowly plods on, twisting and turning until the track disappears and pot holes take over. We slowly down as Vin rocks from side to side. We look ahead following the thin dusty plume of the pick up truck. The entrance to farms estate consists of rusty, broken iron gates set between crumbled stone posts. Once through them we follow a long, secretive track through acacia thickets. After almost half a mile, it opens out onto a what can only be described as 3 football fields that backs right on to the beach. In each of the fields a handful of campers. The farmer has turned part of his land in to a sosta and what a great location.
Our Bumble paid motorhome sosta at Is Aruttas GPS position: N039.962152, E008.401532
The sosta is €15 for 24 hours, so we pay our euros and find a patch right near the beach (later we find out that electricity is €3 and services €5 extra). After setting up our stall we venture on to the beach. Its beautiful and one of the whitest beaches so far. There are some patches of sand but the majority of the beach is made up of tiny particles of quartz. But for the odd patch of grass, wild lilies and patches of dried seaweed the beach could be in the tropics. There are signs all along the beach telling you the beach is millions of years old and it is illegal to take the quartz or sand with you…just in case you thought of taking a bit of quartz.
For the next two days we parked up, enjoyed the sunshine, the beach walks, the shallow sea and a spot of September sunbathing. Just like we did this time last year in Greece. Well me and the dogs did, we had hours of walks up and down the beach. Watching local beach life, kite surfers take off and ride the waves as well as the odd flamingo land in a nearby salt pool. Craig just got totally bored and sat about moping like he was hard done by. Secretly, he prayed for something to break but his prayers weren’t answered.
The Sardinia flag is puzzling us. Everywhere you go they fly the Sardinian flag, nothing usual except its not the official flag. Or so we think? The official flag shows the 4 men wearing a head scarf, which can be seen on government buildings etc. However, the locals tend to fly the flag of the 4 men blindfolded. We had a quick look on the internet to try and find out what the 4 blindfolded men represent. Like when it started, whats the difference etc but we couldn’t find anything. If anyone knows the answer then we would love to hear from you.
Our last night at the quartz beach included an amazing sunset followed by a thunderstorm. For once, we’d packed up our chairs and tables, so no running around after flying camping gear. Instead we watch the storm with lightening bolts shooting across the sky and the waves crashing on to the beach. The storm rumbles on through the night with growls of retreating thunder. By 3am we haven’t slept a wink. As the thunder quietens the intensity of the rain picks up and pelts vin. Sleeping in a tin box amid a full blown storm is not an easy task. Despite the tossing and turning our desire to sleep final happens around 5 am.