Mutiny on the Duci

Yesterday there was (finally) the first mutiny on the Duci! After leaving Camping Flumendosa below Pula, the captain surprised us once again by setting a course for the ancient ruins of 'Nora' just a few nautical miles further towards Cagliari. Punic ruins 😳 Culture 😳 (the annoying thing about being on a ship is that any attempt to tower is often paid for with death by drowning).

Arriving in Nora, Il Capitanito didn't count on Italian thoroughness, hehe... the next tour in our language was scheduled to start 2 hours later and, according to the Seabear Handbook, there wasn't much to see besides a bunch of rudimentary preserved old stones. So the admiral and I refused to wait and we staged a rebellion (we were a bit uneasy about it)!

Fortunately, none of us had to walk the plank and Capitaniño was convinced, after a short discussion, to leave the ruins as ruins and set course for the capital city of Cagliari.

When entering from the southwest, Cagliari exudes the charm that the Ruhr area must exude when little Eberharter Tomas leaves his Alm for the first time to visit the Ruhrpott. Port - Tanker - Brackish water - Dead seabirds on the roadside - Broken signs and potholed streets. We found our central anchorage in a paid parking lot with a container toilet. Asphalt instead of sea view and an anchorage attendant with the aura of a drugged port singer.

The captain blew the storm on the old town. And although our anchorage was not the most beautiful, at least it was central. So we didn't have to carry the Captain's sedan chair too far but still very high (old towns are not at sea level around here because of the evil pirates, hehehe...). The old town of Cagliari was and probably still is very beautiful. So beautiful that we - His Grace on the water - decided to return the next morning.

For breakfast, the admiral had a Copa Grande with three scoops of ice cream and I had a tomato mozzarella baguette... very authentic (the captain enjoyed the usual breastmark, so indirectly he also had an ice cream) 😄. The visit to the old town was beautiful again and to the captain's delight, we visited some architectural landmarks before deciding to have lunch at a restaurant recommended by TripAdvisor. However, they didn't want to let us in because we didn't have a reservation, even though 90% of the tables were free (just wait for your TripAdvisor review from us 😉 you little sardine eaters) 🖕🖕🖕...

We had to think for a while why they didn't want our money - but to our delight, we found a great alternative where we not only had a delicious meal but also felt like we had discovered a real piece of Sardinian siesta culture ('Il Rustico' can look forward to our next review 👏👏👏).

Anyway, the captain was firmly convinced that my - well, let's say - somewhat weathered appearance in recent weeks was the reason why we were turned away from the shitty 'L'Osteria Gioia & Gusto'. He handed over 15 shells from the ship's fund and ordered me - as he put it - to remove the nasty facial fuzz, which could only serve as a nest for pests and flies, or at least trim it to an Italian length. Tiptop! Lucky day! I was allowed to go to the barber. And the little supposedly gay Italian did a great job! Mile Grazie - oh you know - Cinquanta Mile Grazie for that. I feel like a - well, a helmsman again. But with a well-groomed beard.

At 4 pm star time, we continued eastward, where we are now anchored stern to the sea. 'Villaggio Campeggio Spiaggia del Riso' - old Romans! Who comes up with such names?!?