Home Travel Diving Running		Sunday 11th September 2003 In August 2003 Ross, Vicky, Tommy and Louise get together with John, Hilary, Tom, Katie and Charlotte for two weeks in Corsica. Despite a painful run in with Air France in Nice we all make it to Bastia airport from where we taxi up the Cap Corse, inspecting the bush fires, to find our yacht waiting in Macenaggio. For we had arranged to spend week one on a 50 ft Benetaux accompanied by swarthy skipper Laurent. The boat is no disappointment - brand new with comfortable cabins and excellent fittings. We spend an hour or so rushing around Macenaggio, a pretty village near the northern tip of the island, stocking up with provisions. No time to sit and watch the locals playing boules outside the bakery. Soon we are under way. On our first night we only sail to the next bay where the boys, sleeping on deck are regaled by the local kareoke bar for most of the night! Next day we are really under way sailing down the west of the island along Cap Corse heading towards the Desert des Agriates. This has beautiful, secluded beaches where we moor for the next night. Kids and adults amused to find out that not only is the beach awash with nudists but so are some of the other boats in the bay (sorry, no photos). There was just room in the Charleston cockpit for the 10 of us to have al fresco meals. Fabulous fresh and simple Corsican fare washed down with local wine was the order of the day. Being on the West Coast we then had a string of great sunsets. Calvi was the first civilised port of call. We disembark for lunch and then explore the spectacular fortified town. We then agree to stop off for the night here on the way back so that we can make the most of the enticing waterfront restaurants. After Calvi we head on down the coast to the spectacular basalt cliffs at Scandola. John very excited by the upended columnar basalt while Laurent does his best to avoid colliding with the many other boats enjoying themselves on the water. Click here for more Corsica magic