Bloggers, meet Soveria, one of the loveliest (tiniest) towns I've ever had the pleasure to stumble across. As you may have gathered from the previous post, our camping trip around Corsica had been slightly derailed by our neglecting to pack the guide book we had bought and poured over months ago (hence our inability now, finally arriving in Corsica, to recall any details). No matter, we picked up a lovely, if overpriced map on the ferry and set about making an intentionally vague plan-ish type thing.
Vague is no exaggeration. On our first night when we arrived at our campsite, after battling with Katy's tent in the dark for what seemed like hours before realising we were trying to assemble it inside out, we opened up our map. Key points of interest were illustrated with cute little pictures and arrows pointing out the general geographical vicinity in which they could be found. One such picture depicted a gorgeous little town nestled between the hills, overlooked by the towering snow-capped alps. We took a guess at the name of this town based on the picture's proximity to the various small towns marked on the map, and made Soveria our morning destination on that fairly flimsy basis.
The trip into the interior took no time at all - Corsica is small - you could cover the length and breadth of it in a matter of days if you kept driving. I can't speak for how easy it would be to navigate because we had lady SatNav pointing the way. Still, when lady SatNav choked under the pressure of having to find her way (she did, often), we still managed to get where we were going, even if it did take a little cussing and backtracking in a vehicle that just wasn't built for anything less than a 65-point turn.
The cube on wheels. The very definition of ugly-yet-practical.
The view from hill upon which Soveria perched.
Vitamin D deficient individual soaking up the sun.
Soveria from a distance.
1 comment:
This looks amazing!!
Super jells.
Miss you lots,
xxxx
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