Mojito sailing in cobalt blue water off Cala Luna, Sardinia
Travel left me speechless…words I wrote many a time in Mojito’s logbook. Sardinia is one of those places that left me lost for words. Traveling also turned me into a story-teller and a picture taker.
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Sardinia, a Mysterious Island in the Mediterranean
After Sicily, Sardinia is the largest island in the Mediterranean. An island looking like a giant question mark. It’s mystery springs from stories of bandits. Bandits who eluded even the Romans. Do you remember the ‘Scarlet Rose’. Do you know what a nuraghs is. Or of the Aga Khan’s development of the Costa Smeralda.
Sardinia is a mysterious island for most people. A dark undiscovered place that is part of Italy, yet apart from it. An island colonized but never dominated. A Christian land that exudes paganism.
And for yachtsman, Sardinia is a fabulous cruising ground in the western Mediterranean. Especially the east coast, quiet, and remote. Super yachts get stuck in the Costa Smeralda. Their guests only wanting to be seen at the Billionaires Club in Porto Cervo.
Yachtsman, you know, those people with boats that needs wind to move. Those people who can sail a year with the same amount of fuel a super yacht uses in an hour. We see the real Sardinia. The magical, mystical, forgotten Sardinia. Miles of snow-white beaches. Translucent cobalt blue water to anchor in. Rugged and bare steep cliffs with stunted maquis and prickly pear. Weird and wonderful rock formations and caves. Tiny villages. Woods of holm oak and cork oak. Splashes of purple bougainvillea cascading over bare rock. Spectacular sunsets and sunrises.
We were captured by Sardinia, not by bandits, but by the magic of the land and people who seem from another age.
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