Mototrip 2025 - Eight day – Sardinia

 

I woke up at 5:30 am. Apparently, this is my rhythm here.

I took a shower, washed my hair, and we went to the hotel restaurant for breakfast.

And honestly — I was not prepared.

The breakfast was amazing.

Everything looked good, everything tasted even better, and then there was the cappuccino.

Stunning.

I took more than I could eat, of course, and Veni happily finished the rest.

We were just about to leave when something unexpected happened.

The guys noticed a man struggling with his car.

Without thinking twice, they all went to help.

It was a family — two couples, one younger, one older, probably on vacation.

It took about an hour and a half, but eventually, the car started.

The older woman started crying.

She was so grateful that she offered us money, insisting we take it to treat ourselves.

Of course, we refused.

We shared a few hugs instead.

And then continued.

Something about that moment stayed with me.

Our first stop was Pedra Longa.

A huge rock by the sea.

People were climbing it — even kids.

The views were breathtaking.

The water was so clear it almost didn’t look real.

After that, the road continued.

And with it — the turns.

Endless curves through the mountains.

At some point, I started to feel sick.

Not from fear this time, but from hunger.

Luckily, I had some pastries in my bag.

We stopped, ate a little, and it helped.

Later, we stopped in a small town for lunch before continuing to Olbia.

From there, we were taking the ferry.

This time, we were sleeping on it.

The ferry was big, comfortable, almost like a moving little world.

There was even a playground for kids.

And that’s when it hit me.

I started missing my boy.

I stood there for a moment, imagining how happy he would be playing there.

Running around.

Laughing.

That kind of simple happiness.

We sat with the group later.

Had a drink.

I had a glass of wine.

Read a few pages from my book.

The night felt calm.

And surprisingly…

sleeping on the ferry was actually nice.

For more photos — here.

Sometimes it’s not the places, but the moments that stay with you.

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