We arrive at the southern end of Sardinia, near the port town of Cagliari.
Exhausted.
Relaxing in Quartucci, at the very end of Sardinia
We've booked a couple of nights at a really nice guest house in the suburb of Quartucci, cheaper than staying right downtown near the ferry. Which means it's decision-time, once again.
We never really resolved our "discussion" in Marseille. I wanted to go to Tunisia. Neda wanted to drop the bikes off in Croatia and fly to Thailand.
I admit that the Corsica -> Sardinia side-trip was a trick to get Neda to eventually come around to crossing over to Northern Africa. I told her, "Let's just traverse the islands, it'll be sunny and lazy and we can take our time. We'll ride down the western side of the islands, and when we get to the tip of Sardinia, if you don't want to go to Tunisia, we'll just come back up the eastern side of the islands and go straight to Pula."
Come on, I can't be the only guy to ever beg a girl: "Just the tip"...
Hey, there's a Pula in Sardinia! Who knew...
Well, here we are at the tip. And I'm friggin' exhausted. I can't continue riding into Tunisia, let alone back up Sardinia and Corsica again. I just want to catch a ferry straight to Croatia right now, dump the bikes and lie on a beach forever in Thailand.
Neda smirks knowingly. She knew I'd run out of energy. My little "Just the tip" scheme backfired spectacularly.
Europe is done.