Mototrip 2025 - Fifth day – still in Corsica

 

Leaving Calvi was fast.

And nothing could have prepared me for that day.

Turns.
Turns.
And more turns.

But this time…

no dizziness.

I don’t know what changed.

My body just adjusted.

And suddenly, I could enjoy everything.

The views were unreal.

The water — that soft baby blue in some places — looked almost unreal.

Like private beaches for the gods.

That was my first thought.

We stopped quickly at a small place on the road.

Coffee.
Fresh raspberry muffins.

So good that I wanted to eat the whole tray.

Later, we reached Porto for lunch.

And I fell in love instantly.

Mountains.
And at the same time — the sea.

That contrast felt perfect.

I had the best salad I’ve ever tasted.

And then a dessert I could eat every day for the rest of my life.

And somehow — it was from Carrefour.

Simple things, done right.

After an hour of rest, we got back on the bikes.

And the views continued.

At the end of the day, it started to rain.

Not heavy.

Just enough.

There was a rainbow.

And for a moment — everything felt calm.

Until it didn’t.

We were near Bonifaccio.

The road was wet.

And suddenly — a traffic light.

No one saw it in time.

Veni tried to stop.

But it didn’t feel like stopping.

It felt like sliding.

Like the bike had no control.

We hit the bike in front of us.

Luggage to luggage.

We were okay.

But one of our friends had fallen.

And in that moment — everything slowed down.

I felt the fear fully.

We couldn’t stop immediately.

When we finally did, we went back.

He was okay.

The bike wasn’t perfect — but nothing serious.

Still…

something inside me had already shifted.

My OCD reacted immediately.

Intrusive thoughts.

Fast. Loud. Persistent.

Like my mind trying to replay everything at once.

We got back on the road.

But something felt different.

That quiet confidence from earlier in the day was gone.

Replaced by something heavier.

Veni and I decided to stay in Bonifaccio.

The others went to a campsite.

We just couldn’t accept paying so much for something so basic.

And maybe…

we needed space.

Time alone.

We took a quick shower and went out for a walk.

Bonifaccio is beautiful.

Ancient.
Full of narrow streets.
Stairs that lead everywhere.

And somehow…

I saw her again.

My classmate.

For the second time.

We laughed.

Because what are the chances?

Different routes.
Different plans.

And still — we met again.

We talked for a while.

Shared impressions.

And then went our separate ways again.

Veni and I continued walking.

Looking for a place to eat.

Everything was expensive.

But we chose Cantina Doria.

It felt warm.

Welcoming.

The staff were kind.

Veni ordered everything.

Octopus salad.
Fish with zucchini and potatoes.
Chocolate cake.

And of course — beer.

I chose pasta.

And a glass of rosé.

The portions were huge.

I couldn’t finish mine.

So Veni helped.

The food was amazing.

The wine — soft, rich, full of aroma.

After dinner, we walked for a long time.

Through the narrow streets.

Up and down the stairs.

It felt romantic.

Slow.

Exactly what I needed after everything.

Later, I went to bed.

But I didn’t sleep right away.

I was writing.

Trying to capture the day.

Because it felt too full to just let it pass.

For more photos — here.

Some days feel light.

Some days shake you.

And sometimes — it’s both at the same time.

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