I got up early, packed up, and was out of the campground by 8:30. I took a rather circuitous route. I should have checked my map before leaving. I headed to Capo Galeria to go scuba diving. Sardinia is one of the best diving spots in the world. I'd be a fool to pass up such an opportunity. My instructor's name was Antonio. It was a bit more of an official course than my experience 20 years ago down in Mexico. The water was completely transparent. At ten meters down it was chilly, even with a wet suit. It was magical. I felt like I was like flying. Afterwards it was a quick jaunt to Alghero and the campground Mariposa, on the outskirts of town. This campground was like a refugee camp. I'm surrounded by Germans frying pork. Everyone's tents are hemmed in. Thin colorful fabric is all that separates me from the snoring Germans. I didn't intend to spend any time here. At least the beers were cheap.
Alghero is enchanting. It's like a giant fairy-tale sandcastle. It was completely vacant during the heat of the day, but at 5pm everything came to life. I found a nice piazza to have a few beers, pecorino, and pane carasau. The people watching was superb. I caught a religious procession through one of the city gates. Later I rode my bike all over the place. It's a small town and I rode from one end to the other and then back again, taking it all in until it got dark. It's fun riding when it's cool and I'm not carrying a heavy load. I can cover a lot of ground quickly.
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