It is eight o’clock in the morning. We are standing, a little sleep deprived, on the deck of the Naples to Cagliari ferry. As the island comes in to sight, a little tug boat pulls up alongside and the harbour pilot jumps on board to guide the ferry to dock. We take Mac n Tosh for a quick walk around the deck before making our way to Vin, our motorhome.
Bye Bye Italy
We roll off the ferry and head straight to a Lidl. Yip, Sardinia has the odd Lidl, so Craig is over the moon. We stock up, eat breakfast and then set off west in search of somewhere to chill. Our vague plan is do a big circle and hug the coastline west to east. When we are back at Cagliari we will then drive through the middle, head north and catch ferry from Porto Torres to either Corsica or Nice.
Elo Elo Sardinia
The road through Cagliari, the capital of Sardinia, is quiet. After the hustle and bustle of mainland Italy it feels strange. The route provides a good insight as to what is in store with simple but modern shops, newly painted houses and elegant apartment blocks with attractive balconies. The odd vesper passes us by but scooters are rare. The road is flat unlike the Italian bone shakers and rubbish, there is none. We drive passed the port and everything is so organised and under control, we look at each other and think the same thing. Is Sardinia part of Italy?
At the end of the port the road forks on either side of a grassy plaza, we bear left and head to the coast. Our senses are slow to react and after about 20 minutes we realise we are surrounded by flamingos and a whole load of other birds. As we approach the end of the lagoon a sign post kindly reminds us we are now passing the ancient Macchiareddu salt flats. These saltworks are now the only ones in operation in the area and its evident as trucks trundle up and down the dirt tracks.
As we turn on to the coast we pass a large factory, its an ugly concrete block and complete contrast to the surrounding natural marshland and coastline. Once out of sight the coastline continues untouched. We drive for miles with not a soul in sight and plenty places to wild camp. But we carry on until we arrive at Il Morus. We park up with half a dozen other Italian motorhomes right alongside the beach.
Our Bumble wild camping sleepy spot at Il Morus GPS position: for N038.962511, E008.975508
I find a spot on the beach, grab my book and read in between nodding. Craig on the other hand catches up with our neighbour who gives us the low down on wild camping…no awning, no chairs, no tables, no steps, no shoes outside etc. Basically, no camping behaviour otherwise they will move you. Other than that you are OK to park up.
Catch you in a couple of days when we’ve caught up on sleep.