Great Journey 🏍🏍 Day 45
Welcome to the Lucky Travellers. We arrive at the sea. We land on a small island, maybe we'll find somewhere to sleep. In my dreams it looked something like this: Big room, terrace, sea view, walking distance to the town and good internet (yes, we also work from the road!). We look on all platforms. We don't find anything in our budget. We drive around, want to have a look on the spot.
It's getting dark, pitch black. The small towns on the island seem to be asleep already.
1st post-season.
2nd Corona Year
3. after 8 p.m. people fold up the pavements anyway.
We look for a restaurant, get into conversation with a Swiss couple (our number plate gives us away and we are greeted with Grüezi) and continue looking for accommodation. Our requested airbnb host doesn't answer, all the other platforms don't really want to come out with rooms. It's now half past nine in the evening and we order another espresso lungo.
I have the idea of spending the night on the beach in a sleeping bag. We get on the motorbikes and want to ride around a bit, maybe we'll find something after all.
Gerd drives along a small road, we stop at a Villa Sowieso, ask for a room and get one. Price: tiptop. Internet? Of course, just installed. Terrace? Yes, with sea view (the manager apologises that we can't see the sea now, it's already night!). We book a couple of nights right away, our working day on Monday is secured. Oh, I forgot to mention the view of the harbour and the twinkling starry sky from the terrace. I hadn't wished for it at all, but it came on top!
