The Yacht Week Sardinia Day 6 – Poltu Quatu to Porto Cervo

The Yacht Week Sardinia Day 6 – Poltu Quatu to Porto Cervo

 

Our 6th morning saw us sailing towards Porto Cervo along the coastline of Costa Smeralda, but not before recreating TYW legendary circle raft:

 

 

Get out your floaties again here! It’s your last chance to enjoy the festivities of a floating festival:

 

 

As we got everyone to jump in at once to the tune of Galantis’ “Peanut Butter and Jelly” and partied it up in the middle, we felt the winds beginning to pick up.

 

 

Ending the party earlier than usual due to the conditions, all 3 monsoon catamarans sought shelter, eventually joining on ours for a Mexican-themed lunch fiesta.

 

 

We eventually arrived into safety of the nearby marina of Porto Cervo an hour earlier, not knowing we were also sailing right in the middle of the Maxi Yacht Rolex Cup festivities.

 

 

Dock here and you might find yourself instead swimming among shops that belong more along Champs-Élysées or 5th Avenue.

 

 

Later that night we took advantage of the local festivities going on at the Rolex Cup and crashed their afterparty at Just Cavalli While otherwise a great outdoor nightclub space, don’t bother coming here early for dinner: It’s not a restaurant. It’s a nightclub.

 

 

We then returned to our yachts where some of us stayed up chatting until sunrise, again.

 

 

- At time of posting in Porto Cervo, it was 24 °C - Humidity: 73% | Wind Speed: 20km/hr | Cloud Cover: clear

 

The Yacht Week Sardinia Day 5 – Isola Spargi to Poltu Qualtu

The Yacht Week Sardinia Day 5 – Isola Spargi to Poltu Qualtu

 

Our 5th morning began on the water, allowing for plenty of time to rest, relax, and sunbathe atop our floating home. We all instead chose to do a photo shoot with only black swimsuits:

 

 

Don’t smile and hold your breath, everyone:

 

 

Now let it all out!

 

 

Some of us kept trying to learn how to swim:

 

 

And some needed medical attention.

 

 

Our eventual destination today would be the Gulf of Poltu Quatu.

 

 

Once a popular hideout for pirates, the narrow fjord here is now the gateway to a charming port.

We quickly docked and headed off the yachts to spend most of our day enjoying Miami-esque vibes at Club Vesper, situated on the beach where “The Spy Who Loved Me” was filmed:

 

 

 

Get your pump on:

 

 

I don’t think all of us were ready for this group photo :/

 

 

Pick up the person next to you and chances are they’ll enjoy the view.

 

 

I certainly did:

 

 

And like true James Bond fashion, can’t entirely avoid injury and unscathed. Just have to look good doing so:

 

 

After around 5 hours at the beach club, we returned back to Poltu Qualtu for dinner and casual drinks as the sun began to set.

 

 

I was of course found in my natural habitat:

 

 

To end the night we skipped the impromptu dance parties and opted instead for our very own coffee house performance.

Nearly exactly one year ago, Evie Joy had given an impromptu live outdoor concert when our Amtrak got stuck on the tracks in Colorado; it’s only meant to be if she’s doing it again for us on the waters of Poltu Qualtu:

 

 

- At time of posting in Poltu Quatu, it was 24 °C - Humidity: 73% | Wind Speed: 23km/hr | Cloud Cover: clear

 

The Yacht Week Sardinia Day 3 – Natural Bay to Bonifacio: Corsica

The Yacht Week Sardinia Day 3 – Natural Bay to Bonifacio: Corsica

 

From Cala Gavetta, we raised our anchors at 9:30am and sailed further north to the French administered island of Corsica.

 

 

And yet before we even reached the marina, we moored briefly nearby at the seaside natural cliffs:

 

 

We jumped in here for a hour’s worth of snorkeling, as well as being able to swim to shores that could only be accessible by a yacht:

 

 

Paradise.

 

 

Our skipper freedove in the meantime to hunt for sea urchins:

 

 

’twas a success:

 

 

and ’twas a hit:

 

 

After an hour here we then raised our anchors and sailed in slowly into the marina like it was something out of a movie. Playing some background themes to “Jurassic Park” and “Pirates of the Caribbean” didn’t hurt.

 

 

Bonifacio is situated in the French Mediterranean on the island of Corsica. We’re no longer in Italy anymore.

 

 

Bonifacio is especially known for its lively marina and medieval clifftop citadel.

 

 

The Citadel, also called “upper town,” is perched more than 70 meters high on a cliff overlooking the sea.

 

 

Once we docked at the marina…

 

 

…we started exploring:

 

 

With the “pass monument” for 3.50 euros per person here, you can visit the Fortress of the Standard and King of Aragon’s Staircase:

 

 

We decided instead to take the train up to the top for 6 euros per person (round trip). It runs every 20-30 minutes.

 

 

Take your time among old town streets:

 

 

Some of us walked through the cemetery…

 

 

…and reached the edge for the views of where we had just snorkeled before:

 

 

We then headed back down to freshen up for dinner at Da Passano:

 

 

And conveniently enough walked to B52 next door, a local legendary nightclub.

 

 

We had a little fun.

 

This is me taking a nap

 

Ok, maybe a lot of fun.

 

 

We then returned back to our yachts afterwards at 2am for another impromptu afterparty by the boardwalk. A kind of party where even arms were cleaned.

 

 

- At time of posting in Bonifacio, it was 24 °C - Humidity: 80% | Wind Speed: 10km/hr | Cloud Cover: clear

 

The Yacht Week Sardinia Day 2 – Olbia to Cala Gavetta

The Yacht Week Sardinia Day 2 – Olbia to Cala Gavetta

 

On day 2 most of us woke up to our long awaited shangri-la, aka 9:30am where all our yachts were already sailing in open waters towards the islands of the La Maddalena archipelago. Way better than yesterday’s start.

 

 

We didn’t miss a beat to finally feel the winds at our back and the sun on our faces:

 

 

Our on-board hostess, chef, and new friend Casey prepared us this magic for breakfast:

 

 

We then stopped for a brief swim in the clear blue waters and everyone got to try out their floaties. Then it was already time for lunch:

 

 

By early afternoon we docked in the old town of Cala Gavetta, which dates back to the eighteenth century and rises to the south of the island with beautiful views of Palau.

 

 

Whether stretching our legs, parking up at a cafe, or jumping on a scooter, this city is not the place to have anything particular in mind “to do.” We just kicked back at a few cafés and watched the city go by before having dinner at Zeus Faber.

 

 

At night we then changed our outfits for a “Dockside Disco” themed party outside in the city center; but the group decided to make their own party back at our yachts where we threw down a yacht vs yacht dance off as they were parked right next to each other.

 

 

Can’t have enough opportunities for group photos:

 

 

 

 

 

- At time of posting in Cala Gavetta, it was 26 °C - Humidity: 73% | Wind Speed: 23km/hr | Cloud Cover: clear

 

The Yacht Week Sardinia Day 1 – Olbia Base Marina & Portisco

The Yacht Week Sardinia Day 1 – Olbia Base Marina & Portisco

 

The first day of Yacht Week’s first official voyage to Sardinia & Corsica: a frenzy of check-ins, security deposits, last minute provisional shopping, under 2 flash thunderstorms…aka the not so fun stuff.

But we already would know all this: After 3 orientations over the past month, we had managed our expectations enough to make sure we were all ready for the drama (except for the weather).

Even so, the sweet is never as sweet without the sour.

 

 

Checking out from La Residenze del Centro at 10:30am we walked over to set up our temporary home base at Café Gregorio by the marina, who graciously allowed all 33 of us to hole up there from 11am-5pm (the tip helped).

 

 

Then as prepared as we could be, it felt as if Hurricane Ida back home would still chase after us and throw a wrench into our carefully laid out plans: 2 flash flood storms that struck in Olbia were so awful that even cockroaches scurried for shelter in our bags at the café. While it’s already stressful enough to coordinate the 33 of us to fly out in the middle of tornadoes, flash floods, and hurricanes back home, seeing flash floods and cockroaches scurrying for their lives here reminded us that you can’t outrun Mother Nature.

Yet we were still the lucky ones; while all of us stayed safely and dry under the café’s rain cover the whole day (while I ran over to the marina checking in with Eric’s dinky umbrella), only leaving to make quick trips to the grocery store in between storms, I saw everyone else outside The Monsoon Diaries’ crew in Yacht Week running around and getting soaked at a coverless marina.

 

 

Finally by 5pm, our homes for the next week were ready:

 

 

Dodging hurricanes and tornadoes at home, flights being subsequently delayed or redirected, 2 of us missing and rebooking flights, long lines, long layovers, 2 more storms waiting for us at Olbia, last minute ATM runs, last minute grocery shopping, and fighting off cockroaches, we finally made it:

 

 

Outmaneuvering some initial (and expected) awkward drama in choosing our rooms, we then took an hour to store our food, stock the cabinets, make our beds, and even decorate our yacht to celebrate Ann’s birthday.

 

 

…all with this sunset as our backdrop:

 

 

We then got dressed up, donned our face coverings and at 7:45pm drove up 20 minutes to Matt’s Restaurant in Portisco:

 

 

It’s all 33 of us together finally (with 1 more joining us on Monday!)…

 

 

…cheering to the beginning of the “best week of our lives”:

 

 

Let’s just say we were the pink elephant in the room and the largest contingency of any other group in Yacht Week: we’d take the largest table of the night. Multiple crews from other yachts would come to our table to say hi, and kept asking how we managed to get so many to come to the same voyage at once.

Our collective answer: it’s the monsoon baby. Get ready for us.

 

 

Throwing an impromptu shirtless outdoor dance party during dinner, we eventually returned to our yachts at 1am for even more impromptu parties on our yachts.

And yet as much fun as they would be, we eventually had to establish boundaries by kicking a few folks off one of our yachts for passing out in the back (and some even swiping a few drinks from our fridge)…which I think they all still took pretty well as without complaint they simply moved on to the yacht next door.

Thanks for not being difficult and apologies ahead that we didn’t buy enough alcohol to accommodate for outside guests; it’s only the first day!

 

- At time of posting in Olbia, it was 27 °C - Humidity: 62% | Wind Speed: 27km/hr | Cloud Cover: thunderstorms, flash floods

 

Come “Olbia” from Cagliari!

Come “Olbia” from Cagliari!

 

 

From a little village by Oristano, we then headed out north towards the Punic and Roman archaeological sites of Tharros:

 

 

Climb to the top for views over western Sardinia:

 

 

There’s still active excavations going on here!

 

 

If you’re into the obscure, which sadly we didn’t have time for, namely evidence of the pre-period from the Paleolithic till the middle Bronze Age (when the Nuragic civilization lived on the island), check out colossal 6 meter tall monolith Menhir di Monte Corru Tundu — one of the largest in Sardinia — located north of the town of Villa Sant’Antonio:

 

 

Another 40 minutes north we briefly  swung by Terme Romane di Fordongianus, a set of extremely well preserved Roman baths located in a river valley.

 

 

More ruins to the north at Nuraghe Losa:

 

 

Then passing through Sassari, we stopped at Church of the Holy Trinity Saccargia, built in 1116:

 

 

We eventually reached marble-lined port city of Olbia by the evening, reuniting with the other early arrivals for Yacht Week:

 

 

For 5 euros per person we headed into the city and checked into our lodgings at La Residenze del Centro:

 

 

Now having dinner at Art Academy before a night of gelatos and wine!

 

 

The next day it was like an episode of The Amazing Race as groups of our monsooners began to arrive in waves:

 

 

We’re getting closer:

 

 

One final orientation before our movie begins.

 

 

- At time of posting in Bosa, it was 25 °C - Humidity: 67% | Wind Speed: 10km/hr | Cloud Cover: clear