In the curve rush

Our host has a green thumb. On the breakfast terrace, we felt almost like in a botanical garden. It's great to start the day in this great ambiance and be pampered with homemade delicacies (jam made from our own fruits, honey from the cousin, homemade cake, apricots from the garden). It was even more exciting when we were presented with a porcelain pot with a whole liter of the best coffee on the table. A whole liter! Wonderful! We didn't want to get up and missed the latest check-out time at 10 am. Fortunately, our host was as relaxed as you know it from many French people and let us finish breakfast in peace. Very nice!

Finally our first kilometers on Corsica in bright sunshine for many years (we were here 6-7 years ago). Again and again I hear enthusiastic oohs and aahs from my passenger. I feel exactly the same when I look at the incredibly beautiful island. Corsica is simply wild and romantic and surpasses Sardinia's undoubtedly wonderful landscape.

I'm in my element: curve after curve after curve after curve after curve after curve after curve after curve after curve after curve after curve. I'm getting into a real curve rush and have to force myself to occasionally just enjoy the beautiful scenery. It's hard for me to pick out a special highlight of the route along the west coast. O.K., Ajaccio is of course beautiful. We drove right into the city, parked our motorcycle near the cruise port and took a walk through the beautiful streets.

Then we continued north along the coast to our next accommodation. However, 80 km means a full two hours on these roads here! And during these two hours, the excitement of the curves slowly faded away for me. At some point, I got tired of the constant left-right-left-right and the constant acceleration-braking-acceleration-braking. I was extremely grateful that our fantastic Africa Twin took over the shifting work for me. Many motorcyclists still turn up their noses when confronted with a motorcycle with a dual-clutch transmission, but this automated shifting is simply invaluable on such extremely curvy roads. I solemnly pledge never to ride a motorcycle without an automated transmission again. Never ever! I think. ;-)

Eventually, we arrived in Galeria. The village is located at the end of a dead-end road by the coast. And our hotel is located at the end of this village by the harbor. In other words: it can't get any quieter! And that's why we are now taking a two-day vacation here. Two days of pure relaxation by the sea, or by the pool.

Let's see how long we can stand it... ;-)