Day 3

Luke is now the only one not to have fallen off his bike while standing still, so we’ve all decided that if it hasn’t happened by tomorrow we’ll just push him off instead.

Before discussing this morning I think we need to talk about last night. Having asked every local where to shower and being told we couldn't, we decided to wait till most had gone to bed before finding a public tap (in a park!) and using that as a shower. Those that weren't quite in bed weren't too sure what to do as five pale English men took their clothes off in the park and washed under a tap a foot and a half off the floor. 

We were also told there was nowhere to camp, so after a quick excursion to find anywhere with grass, we would like to make a public apology to the farmer who's field we partially flattened. Luckily Billy can sort all these problems with his now fluent Italian. "Ciao Bella" being his favoured term - Hello Beautiful, I'm sure the farmer would have taken this well having found five half naked boys sleeping in his field. 

© Harry Crotty: A welcome sight for any Sardinian farmer

© Harry Crotty: A welcome sight for any Sardinian farmer

Compared to yesterday this morning was a breeze our target a campsite 40 miles away on a flat road. We made it there for lunch (would have been sooner but Harry continued to throw his panniers on the floor, and then throw a tantrum). On route Billy also became the second victim of the falling off a stand still bike virus, started by Tom yesterday. Well done captain. Harry followed not long after meaning 3/5 of us have all been afflicted by the illness. 

During our second breakfast in the town of Gonnesa we went in to the local cathedral. There were lots of school children keen to give us a tour of the 15th century building as part of a school project, not something I could imagine happening in England. As a result I got a 5 minute private tour going in to great detail about the history of the windows, statues and side chapels of the beautiful cathedral. This is at least what I assumed was being said, it was all happening in Italian and as they never said 'ciao bella' I had no idea what any of it meant. 

The campsite we were aiming at turned out to be a closed 5 star hotel with two golf courses. As the staff were on their Italian lunch afternoon we jumped in the pool (1ft deep as it was still being filled) and then everyone washed in the poolside shower. Two showers in 24 hours. How spoiling. We logged in to their free wifi, found an open room to charge our cameras etc, and then proceeded to lie on the grass near the pool. Lush. 

With their three lunch hours now complete four staff appeared and told us we were in fact on private property, we decided to claim total ignorance. Turns out that as they weren't the owners they weren't that bothered about it, so let us stay on the grass. 

I have no words to explain this picture, or the bandana

I have no words to explain this picture, or the bandana

Billy then has the genius idea to add another 28 miles to the day, despite telling me, and letting me tell my body, we were done for the day. As a result it took us a lot longer to do these 28 miles than we thought, with some of us hitting a big fat wall half way. I then also succumbed to the falling off a still bike disease landing on the injuries I picked up on day 1. My turn to throw a tantrum.

© Harry Crotty: "How does everyone feel about doing another 28 miles?"

© Harry Crotty: "How does everyone feel about doing another 28 miles?"

Eventually we arrived at a little town as the sun was setting, and pitched our tents looking out over the sea. Pasta with tuna cooked on a tiny hob and eaten in two sittings for dinner before an early night so we can all do it again tomorrow. 

© Harry Crotty: Another mountain of selfies

© Harry Crotty: Another mountain of selfies

It should be noted that Luke is now the only one not to have fallen off his bike while standing still, so we've all decided that if it hasn't happened by tomorrow we'll just push him off instead.