It’s a long time since we visited Sardinia, and I wait for reports for how it is now from friends about to visit.
When we were there it was still a little wild and less explored. The furthest stop on an Interrail trip. We slept rough on the beach and wild camped high on the cliffs. Can you still do that? I don’t know.
But that was part of its magic. Getting sand in your crevices and not having a shower for three days, surrounded by wild beauty and few tourists.
My memories of where we went are faded. But I believe we took a train to the Italian coast and caught a boat across to Olbia.
From there we took a couple of trains to the west coast of the island. The train network was quite small then, but maybe now it has grown.
I think we went to Oristano then walked to a nearby beach where we slept by an old upturned boat. Torre Grande rings a bell. A local came to join our party which was fun for a while, but it turned out he was mainly interested in the ladies.
The next night we decided to head to somewhere a bit more private and found a spot up on the cliffs to camp. I can’t identify the location.
With beautiful wilderness around us and a gorgeous sunset over the sea and a dead unidentified snake on the nearby road.
You weren’t allowed to wild camp within 3 km’s of the towns so we had hiked a fair bit to find somewhere more secluded.
With beautiful blue sea below us and small waves breaking on the rocks it was a special moment in the trip.
But after a few days of unwashed beauty it was time to head back to the train and our route took us to the baking heat of Rome, but that’s another story.
Thanks that was a great write up. Happy times.