A year later to our previous visit1 we repeated our Spring Retreat with Pa-Kua2 to the magnificent dojo at Stara Wieś. On the contrary to last year’s glorious ~23°C, the first morning was gloomy, with sleet and snow. At least it was different…
Galtelli, the old capital of Sardinia has extremely narrow and quite steep streets, with adorable places to stay at; this is one of them.
One of the nicest little beaches on Sardinia, which we got to by a little walk, across the dunes.
Spikes, dry dirt, heat - although it’s a bit of an illusion. This was next to a stream, on an area which only gets wet during spring, but it was right next to fresh water.
Gorropu Gorge is gigantic, peaceful, quiet, and quite steep to get to when walking. There are signs up at the top of the hill before starting to descent that it’s no a light walk, and I have to admit, it’s a decent climb down and then up, but it’s worth it.
Due to the size of the gorge, it’s hard to show and represent it in photos, so I decided for trying to capture the colours that surround you when touring through it.
That piece of driftwood genuinely scared me when I spotted it through the rocks. The moment you move or zoom closer, the illusion disappears.
This little fellow was staring at me after a rain at Sardinia, in a small forest of olive trees, covering ancient ruins of disturbingly sharply designed sacred wells1.
This is a deceptive image: from all I know, this should be in Ireland. Reality says this is on the semi-island of Sardinia, below Tharros.
There are a couple of abandoned mines in Sardinia - this one was turned into a museum, which would have required hours and guided tour to see inside. We were not that interested to inside, but the view certainly had stereotypical lost wild west feeling to it.