Corsica ... forever. Go, then, 4 th day sailing ...
Ha ... so before morning Girolata from me ... it's normal ... the mess in the evening ...
And alarm clock that goes with excesses of Patrimonio (except for corpses that has had to drag them to the recycling of glass ...)
Girolata Depart ... for the first time, no indigenous past is to see us, nor the evening or at dawn ...
M'enfin one might wonder if there is not qques remnants of the previous evening, when we see some upside to sit in the boat, and gams the air ...
It's good we stop clowning around, it's gone.
And I do not comment on the pictures ... they speak for they even! It was too good!
M'enfin the snack bar, it is still there!
You can record the comfort of chairs carved into the rock! But in practice back home eh ...
And we're back
left in water after eating ... too hard on the digestion, once will not hurt, given the difficulty, we take the sails!
Finally the day ended, arriving in Porto. Small return to civilization, here is just weird!
But the camp and the next day .... Here is the next issue!
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Sylvain
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