Sardinia Reloaded

After one of the toughest weeks at work and a brilliant gig of my favourite band on Friday night I flew down to Sardinia on Saturday noon for a week of climbing. Had been there a year ago and loved it so much, that I just had to go back again.

Had slept the whole two hours my flight took in an almost empty plane. The guide of our group picked me up at the airport and the drive to our apartment in Cala Gonone felt rather short as we were chatting all the way catching up

Had a well earned beer on the porch enjoying receding humid heat. What a difference to Bristol! Shorts and tank top again, yeah!!!

The people of our group are just fantastic. Very funny, very relaxed. Went to Cala Fuili today, which was only a short drive and a walk down some stairs to the beach. At 10am the heat had us drenched in sweat without even having touched the rock yet.

Did a few routes and then retired to the beach napping when the sun hid between some clouds while the others did some more climbing. But I was just toooooo lazy today. Enjoyed just sitting there doing nothing watching climbers scaling the rock around and people on the beach.