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February 1 Wednesday Bicycle touring Italy at a seaside pullout past Chia Sardinia We finally chose a cycle touring camping spot where we get morning sun. By 9 AM, it is already warm. A couple fishing boats pass by. Two jet fighters zoom by on maneuvers and sonic booms are heard as they head into a steep climb. I am back on my Flintstone recliner getting inspiration from the great view. Not a cloud in the sky, accompanied by a light breeze. I am surrounded by juniper bushes, maquis, a light-pink long stem flower with slender spear-grass like leaves, and rocks. A beautiful sand-coloured summer home sits on the bank with a large covered verandah. Not many inhabitants along this section of Sardinia. Terrific for free camping bicycle tourists. I bought tomatoes for our sandwiches. Amid the two boxes of green ones, I managed to point out two red ones. I am amazed that in a place where they could have as many ripe tomatoes as they wanted, they prefer to eat them green, while we in Canada have a tough time getting them to turn red, wouldn't think of eating them green. We stay at our free beach-side bicycle camping spot for the day. I write a letter to the Spotlight, a local paper in Princeton BC. Sharon cleans the bikes. At sunset, we take our leftover bag of oranges and bag of cookies down to the beach and watch the golden orb quickly plummet into the sea behind the watch tower. Those planes were dropping live bombs to the west of us -- it wasn't sonic booms as I had first thought, but rather explosions is what we could hear and then watch to see a mushroom plume of grey smoke rise in the distance. |
