Day 17 - Another day in Paradise

Tuesday 26th July 2016


It's getting to be a routine. I am up at 6am for coffee and a breakfast of whatever is available - a leftover croissant, jam and a banana.

High up in the Haut Corse

Then I'm off for another early morning solo run into the mountains south and east of Ajaccio. The temperature drops as I climb up to some of the highest peaks in Corsica. The roads are empty and the scenery is very beautiful. The road winds up a number of hairpins and out onto a treeless high plain.

Haut Corse overlook


I stop for breakfast at Bar Relax in the tiny mountain village of Aullene. It certainly is a relaxed affair. The lady owner offers me access to the Wifi and I spend a couple of hours uploading photographs to the blog, catching up with the blog diary and getting another episode published and posted.

The cafe at Aullene

Leisrely breakfast

Then it is more mountain pass riding until I drop down to the coast and work my way back to camp.
It's one of those mesmerising rides where I get lost in the left-right swinging of the bike around the never-ending curves.

Lovely ride down the curves

Mick has been faced with a hard decision today. His bike has been assessed by the BMW garage and they say that the problem is much worse than we feared. The final drive unit is buggered and will cost over £1,500 even if the parts are available.
This cost exceeds the value of the repaired bike and there is no saying that further problems will not be found during a strip down. Also it will take at least a week or probably more to source the parts.

It is looking like the end for poor old Clarissa the R1100s. She has done almost 90,000 miles and looks like ending her days in Corsica.

Back at the camp we are done with spending here so we snack on an evening 'meal' of baguette, cheese and fruit before turning in for an early night. 

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