Argitaratu: 21.07.2018
We actually find it a bit difficult Galeria, this beautiful, peaceful place and also the pleasant leaving the hotel. You could also stay a few days longer endure here. Around Galeria you can explore historic sites and nature reserves on hiking trails and there are also Opportunities for a lot of water sports activities. O.K., we This time we are on a motorcycle on the island. So, let's go...
On the road again
The road initially takes us back towards
Porto on the stunning road up above the cliff coast
along. At Bussaglia we turn right and drive down to
sea. When we were in Corsica in 2011, we were also at
this beautiful beach (Plage de Caspiu) and that's why it was particularly
important to come back here. Even though it is in the
beach restaurant no longer the delicious giant tomato with mozzarella filling and also no longer
the great fried anchovies, we still spend a lot of time
happy to take a long break there.
After getting back on the
Motorcycle, it will take a little bit to Porto and then
continue the D84 towards Corte in the interior of the island. The road winds
wildly winds up the Spelunca gorge. Red rocks
dominate the impressive mountain landscape and we stop again and again
to take in the magnificent panorama at one of the numerous viewpoints.
Other road users often force us to stop as well: 'Pigs!“ I actually mean the boars. Before the animals end up on the local plates, they spend a, as we find, quite pleasant life in the oak forests Corsica. They roam around, eat the delicious acorns and otherwise lie down extensively. And if a pig is of the opinion the middle of the road is a good place for a nap, then we have to brake and slowly and cautiously bypass the animals. Don't wake up such a poor little pig! ;-) The animal life on Corsica's roads is completed by goats, sheep, cows, and horses. Only the turtles we hoped for, we have not yet seen in the wild.
The D84 remains a dream road in the further course.
Through seemingly endless forests it goes up to
Col de Vergio, at 1,478 meters this is the highest pass on the island.
In winter there is lively winter sports activity in the mountains all around.
Corsica is the most mountainous island in the Mediterranean. 50 peaks are over
2,000 meters high and Mount Cino is with its impressive 2,709
meter the highest mountain on the island. "Treppe der Königin", or
"Scala di Regina" is the name of the granite gorge that we
then cross. Below the wild river gurgles and above
we dance enthusiastically with Waltraud through the maze of curves towards Corte.
By the way, Corsica makes it much harder for us
to stay overnight at acceptable rates than Sardinia. The prices
here are about 20 to 30 euros higher per night than on the
neighboring island. The cheap hotels either offer only the most basic
standard or are far away. Our hotel today
combines both, but at 50 euros for tThe double room
(without breakfast) it is also the cheapest so far for us on Corsica.
To get to the remote mountain nest of Bustanico, we were 30
minutes from Corte on mini roads. If we
hadn't known for sure that there was still accommodation here - we would never
we would have driven here on a hunch.
In some internet reviews
explicitly warned of a grave danger
guests can expect here. In advance: YES, we were also affected and
NO, the warnings did not stop us from being careless!
Initially everything went very well.
The room - albeit very small and with a shared toilet in the
hallway, but absolutely sufficient - was quickly occupied and we went downstairs to the restaurant.
Despite the family celebration of locals which was in full swing there,
we still found a nice place on the terrace. The view
into the lonely, wooded mountain landscape - beautiful! The
Background music with cheesy French chansons from the
sound system completed the great ambiance. My question about a
menu was answered briefly with "There is only a set menu".
O.K., then the question of food was quickly settled. For the starter, homemade salami and ham with bread were promised to me, and then something with ground meat
(I didn't understand it exactly). Since "Fromage Corse" was announced as dessert (which is goat and/or sheep cheese, which Steffi
generally can't stand), they promised me fruit on behalf of her. In my euphoria, I also ordered a whole liter of Corsican red wine. Steffi was, rightly so,
skeptical whether we could drink it all night long.
We were both
enthusiastic about the salami/ham starter (we met the
wild pigs again indirectly). Both with the very special, typical Corsican taste and
very tasty. The main course was meatballs with spaghetti and
tomato sauce. Simple, and also very very good! I was also very happy with my cheese (it came with fig jam and bread) and Steffi got a whole basket of fruit (red
apples, green apples, and bananas). Everything could have been so beautiful...
Then came the moment when I made the decisive and fatal mistake. The waiter asked us if we would like another coffee. Although in some
reviews of this hotel the massive effects of a
certain drink were warned against (or possibly also because of it), I asked instead for a digestif in general.
This request conjured up a, I would almost say,
diabolical grin on the face of the young Corsican. Shortly afterwards
we had, as feared/hoped, two "Liqueur de Myrte" on
the table. Damn, does this stuff taste great!!!
Deep red, ice-cold, and syrupy in the glass, the high-proof
liquor made from local fruits, which by the way is also produced and consumed in Sardinia,
already visually awakens great anticipation. The fruity, not too sweet taste is simply delicious and
hides the devastating effect of the devil's stuff in a wonderfully pleasant way. And since the digestif was free, we were
finally convinced of the correctness of our actions.
Probably the other guests who had warned against the liqueur in their reviews were just terrible
wimps who can't handle anything!?!
We were still busy with our
liter of red wine when suddenly two more glasses
of Myrte schnapps were placed on our table. We hadn't
ordered anything, had we? Well, apparently, that one is on the house too... O.K., then
let's toast the beauty
of Corsica with the hospitable host and be happy that we're doing so well today.
A third round of "Liqueur de Myrte" and an empty carafe of wine
later, a certain person in our mini travel group
(I won't say who, just so much: it wasn't me) suddenly didn't feel so great anymore. Under a lot of giggling and groaning
I escorted this person from the restaurant and upstairs to the room, under the gaze of the still numerous
present Corsicans, where she fell asleep blissfully after a very, very short time. I would admit
that I too struggled with the effects of the local drinks, but I can't admit that at this point - and especially as a man -
Of course not! ;-)