Mototrip 2025 - Third day – Corsica

 

I woke up at 5 am and took my Kindle to read.

A few pages in, I fell asleep again.

Not for long though — we had to get ready.

The traffic around Venice was awful, but somehow we managed to get out of it and stopped at an autogrill.

Pastries.
And finally — a cappuccino.

I felt so happy in that moment.

Simple things, but exactly what I needed.
A quiet breakfast before another long day.

Our destination was Livorno.

And then — the ferry to Corsica.

The ferry was huge.

I had been on one before, in Norway, but this one felt different.
Bigger. Louder. More alive.

While waiting for the lift, I saw someone I didn’t expect.

A girl I used to be in high school with.

For a second, I wasn’t sure it was her.

And then — it was.

We hugged.
Talked for almost an hour.

She felt like a completely different person.

In a good way.

She told me about her life now — three daughters, a happy marriage.

And I felt genuinely happy for her.

It’s strange how people change.

And how sometimes, they find exactly what they needed.

After that, I went back to the group.

Four hours on a ferry pass slowly.

Talking.
Walking around.
A bit of sleeping.

And I wrote.

Notes for the blog, in the notebook I had just bought.

Something about being there made me want to capture everything.

Before it disappears.

When we arrived in Corsica, my first impression was… intense.

There was a protest.

A trash can on fire in the middle of the street.

People shouting.

It felt raw.
Real.

Like this place doesn’t stay quiet when something isn’t right.

That was my first glimpse of the island.

And I remembered it.

We stayed at a camping.

It was… unexpected.

No sheets.
No towels.
No soap.

And still — 80 euros.

Plus a 300 euro deposit.

It felt a bit absurd.

But the place itself was nice.

And the beach — beautiful.

That kind of beauty that makes you forget the small annoyances.

I had pizza for dinner.

It was good.

We had a few drinks before going to bed.

And when I thought about the day, it felt… full.

Strange.
Different.
But good.

If you ever feel like life becomes too predictable, maybe you just need a different road for a while.

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