Ignored all warnings

We actually find it a bit difficultGaleria, this beautiful, peaceful place and also the pleasantleaving the hotel. You could also stay a few days longerendure here. Around Galeria you can explore historic sites and nature reserves on hiking trails and there are alsoOpportunities for a lot of water sports activities. O.K., weThis time we are on a motorcycle on the island. So, let's go...

On the road again

The road initially takes us back towardsPorto on the stunning road up above the cliff coastalong. At Bussaglia we turn right and drive down tosea. When we were in Corsica in 2011, we were also atthis beautiful beach (Plage de Caspiu) and that's why it was particularlyimportant to come back here. Even though it is in thebeach restaurant no longer the delicious giant tomato with mozzarella filling and also no longerthe great fried anchovies, we still spend a lot of timehappy to take a long break there.

After getting back on theMotorcycle, it will take a little bit to Porto and thencontinue the D84 towards Corte in the interior of the island. The road windswildly winds up the Spelunca gorge. Red rocksdominate the impressive mountain landscape and we stop again and againto take in the magnificent panorama at one of the numerous viewpoints.

Other road users often forceus to stop as well: 'Pigs!“ I actually meanthe boars. Before the animals end up on thelocal plates, they spend a, as we find, quite pleasant life in the oak forestsCorsica. They roam around, eat the delicious acorns and otherwiselie down extensively. And if a pig is of the opinionthe middle of the road is a good place for a nap, thenwe have to brake and slowly andcautiously bypass the animals. Don't wake up such a poor little pig! ;-) The animal life on Corsica's roads iscompleted by goats, sheep, cows, and horses. Only the turtleswe 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 toCol 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 over2,000 meters high and Mount Cino is with its impressive 2,709meter the highest mountain on the island. "Treppe der Königin", or"Scala di Regina" is the name of the granite gorge that wethen cross. Below the wild river gurgles and abovewe dance enthusiastically with Waltraud through the maze of curves towards Corte.

By the way, Corsica makes it much harder for usto stay overnight at acceptable rates than Sardinia. The priceshere are about 20 to 30 euros higher per night than on theneighboring island. The cheap hotels either offer only the most basicstandard or are far away. Our hotel todaycombines 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 30minutes from Corte on mini roads. If wehadn't known for sure that there was still accommodation here - we would neverwe would have driven here on a hunch.

In some internet reviewsexplicitly warned of a grave dangerguests can expect here. In advance: YES, we were also affected andNO, 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 thehallway, 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 viewinto the lonely, wooded mountain landscape - beautiful! TheBackground music with cheesy French chansons from thesound system completed the great ambiance. My question about amenu 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 Steffigenerally 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 bothenthusiastic about the salami/ham starter (we met thewild pigs again indirectly). Both with the very special, typical Corsican taste andvery tasty. The main course was meatballs with spaghetti andtomato 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 (redapples, 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 somereviews of this hotel the massive effects of acertain 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 afterwardswe had, as feared/hoped, two "Liqueur de Myrte" onthe table. Damn, does this stuff taste great!!!Deep red, ice-cold, and syrupy in the glass, the high-proofliquor 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 andhides the devastating effect of the devil's stuff in a wonderfully pleasant way. And since the digestif was free, we werefinally convinced of the correctness of our actions.Probably the other guests who had warned against the liqueur in their reviews were just terriblewimps who can't handle anything!?!

We were still busy with ourliter of red wine when suddenly two more glassesof Myrte schnapps were placed on our table. We hadn'tordered anything, had we? Well, apparently, that one is on the house too... O.K., thenlet's toast the beautyof 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 winelater, 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 groaningI escorted this person from the restaurant and upstairs to the room, under the gaze of the still numerouspresent Corsicans, where she fell asleep blissfully after a very, very short time. I would admitthat 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! ;-)