27th July 2009
We arrived at the marina of Torregrande at
15:00 after an interesting trip navigating through shellfish farms
and hundreds of buoys. Torregrande is a small fishing village 10 km from
Oristano. Lots of lobster traps and sepia traps and nets everywhere
in the port. The port though very clean with lots of sailing and
We took a bus to see the town of Oristano and
next day we took the rail to
Cagliari is a traditional town very live, with very
important sporting events, sailing, motor boating, formula one e.t.c. and 36
Museums out of which we didn't see any!!
The kids were running out of books since we left
Greece and we had to find an English bookstore in Cagliari, then we visited one
of the biggest chandlery and fishing gear shops in the area to buy some shackles
and some hydraulic oil for the auto pilot. Then we took the green tour bus to
see all of Cagliari town and Golfo degli Angeli from the hill. At the end
of the tour we had a nice lunch in a modern restaurant and rode back the
train to Oristano.
This is how D.H.Lawrence
described Sardinia's capital:
"Slowly, slowly we creep along the formless shore. An hour
passes. We see a little fort ahead done in enormous black-and-white
checks, like a fragment of a gigantic chessboard. It stands at the end of
a long spit of land - a long barish peninsular that has no houses and looks as
if it might be golf links. But it is not golf links.
there is Cagliari: a naked town rising steep, steep, golden looking, piled naked
to the sky from the plain at the head of a formless hollow bay. It is
strange and rather wonderful, not a bit like Italy. The city piles up
lofty and almost miniature, and makes me think of Jerusalem: without trees,
without cover, rising rather bare and proud, remote as if back in history, like
a town in a monkish, illuminated missal.
One wonders how it ever got
there. And it seems like Spain or Malta: not Italy. It is a steep
and lonely city, as in some old illumination. Yet withal rather
jewel-like: like a sudden rose-cut amber jewel naked at the depth of the vast
The air is cold, blowing bleak and bitter, the sky is all
curd. And that is Cagliari. It has that curious look, as if it could be
seen but not entered. It is like some vision, some memory, something that
has passed away."
(D.H. Lawrence, Sea and Sardinia -
Michalis entering the bay of Oristano 1 mile before
we eneter Torregrande.
Great fungi pizza in Oristano
The rail announcement
Waiting the train
An interesting sign ...for rats
View of Golfo degli