September 16 , 2001
Gaeta, Italy

September 3 , 2001
Stromboli: The Lighthouse Of The Mediterranean

August 26 , 2001
Cefalu: Another Medieval Jewel

August 23 , 2001
Sicily: Land of Lovely Desserts

August 15 , 2001
En Route to North Africa

August 10 , 2001

August 8, 2001
Supermarkets and Amphora

August 6 , 2001
Sailing South in Sardinia

August 2 , 2001
La Vie en Corsica

July 30, 2001
Jonathan Joins Us

July 27, 2001
One Sea, Seven Colors

July 24, 2001
Say What?

July 23, 2001
"Va Bene"

July 21, 2001
Venturing Into Italy

July 20, 2001
And The Mistral Blew

July 18, 2001
The Spell Of Menorca

July 12, 2001
Culture And Concerts

July 7, 2001
Cha Chas

July 6, 2001
Red Dust

July 4, 2001
Rare Birds

July 3, 2001
Clear Empty Water

June 27 , 2001
Quick Friends

June 22 , 2001

June 13, 2001
Eastern Hemisphere

June 6, 2001
A Weekend in Cartegena

May 30 , 2001
A Time Or A Place

May 29 , 2001
Several Lovely Sails

May 21 , 2001
Free At Last

May 25, 2001
On The Hard

May 18, 2001
A Boat Again

May 14, 2001
Time Warp to Morocco

May 03, 2001
Still On Stilts in Malaga

Sailing South in Sardinia -

 August 6, 2001 

We're moving south. From Corsica we had several lovely sails and some hot times motoring through the rocky outcroppings of the islands just north of mainland Sardinia, the Parco Nazionale Arcipelago di La Maddalena. One night we had the anchorage to ourselves, sharing it with only the wild boars scavenging on the beach, and the next we were "alone" with 30 other boats - the first time they did not go home.

This northeast section of the Sardinian coast is a boater's paradise with wonderful bays, beaches, coves, islands and good sailing when there isn't too much or too little wind. It is not surprising the Italians and French flock here in August, nor that Prince Aga Khan chose this area, in the 1960s, to develop as the playground of the rich and famous: the Costa Smeralda. Planned communities, reasonably well done, they are still artificial, very crowded and very expensive.

We had the experience (at quite a price) of seeing 'the beautiful people' and ''the wannabe beautiful people' strutting their stuff on the docks, day and night, when we got stuck in Porto Rotondo's marina for two nights, waiting while another mistral blew through. Jonathan has decided that when powerboats are purchased, they come with a blond bombshell stretched out on the bow sunbathing. I have decided there isn't a flatchested woman in Europe. And did you know that rhinestone belts around your hips and glitter on your jeans is THE thing.

Tonight we are anchored in a protected bay along with a number of mega-yachts for whom the marinas had no space, and have had fun watching these behemoths surge and slew around on their anchors, as well as drag. They are downwind from us, so no danger to us. The size of these ships is mind boggling (as well as the unfathomable cost) and it is amazing to see them all parking together as if in a motor-home campsite. It is also unbelievable to listen to the crew communicate with each other via VHF radio. They are constantly radioing about dinghying back and forth to pick up the 'guests' from the beaches, hotels, bars etc. and they use initials instead of names for these guests, because they know we, the not so rich and famous, are listening to their conversations.

We are still in company with our German friend on his HR42 and since he is single-handing right now, Jonathan will sail with him tomorrow (if the wind abates) to Olbia.