Best diving I've seen since the last world cup match

The previous day I had booked a dive up the hill from our hotel. I had to be there at 8:30am to get fitted for a wetsuit and gear check to get back down the hill for the dive at 9am. We went out to the dive site in a rubber ducky boat. Kinda like the surf life savers boats but bigger and with a hard base. We drove for about 1 hour to a spot near the beach Heidi and I visited yesterday. I forget what the spot was called exactly but it translated into "little harbour" in English, it was a small natural harbour hidden behind these massive rocks. I wish we had known about it yesterday it would have been a good spot to stop for a picnic without fear of being washed away.

Anyway we suited up and did 2 dives. After the first dive I decided to use the hood built into the wetsuit as it was about 10 degrees at 18m under the surface. There were quite a lot of little fish to see on the dives, I saw a couple of small moray eels, a stonefish, some barracuda a pretty big clam and a few lion fish. The 2nd dive was pretty cool and had to do a lot of manuvouring in limited spaces. we went into a cave and through some tight under passes and into a crevasse which was slightly claustraphobia inducing. Both dives were quite long I think both were over 55 minutes(the Germans on the dive laughed at me at the debrief for not keeping a diving log, "Australians: she'll be right hey". Being the gentleman I am I didn't even mention the war). Normally I have to surface at around 45 because of air but maybe I was more relaxed this time.

After I got back I was starving, luckily Heidi had been to the super mercato and arranged a lunch to have on the balcony with some vino of course. Later on we went up to the rooftop to enjoy some more Sardi vermintino and do some reading with the 180 degree view of Cala Gonone. Dinner we went back to the hotel restaurant with the seating across the road for some more of their tipici Sardi menu. I had some fish ravioli with dried mullet roe sause and Heidi had some shellfish with the rice pasta. I should start photographing more menus so I can remember the actual Italian names for all these slightly different pastas.

The waitress checked that I knew what fish roe was and I was all like "si, pesce uovo".
I don't know what would be offensive about fish eggs.

The next day we had our breakfast and checked out, I was a bit sad to be leaving Cala Gonone as it was an awesome spot. We loaded up the Fiat Panda and headed back north to Porto Ottiolo. We were staying a bit out of town at this resort type place called I Corbezzoli. A bit out of town means a 15 minute walk in this sleepy little village. The place had a pool and its own private beach. When we arrived we were shown where the room was, it looked like a road so I got the car and started driving down this concrete road, but the road kept getting smaller, we suspected that it was not really a road for cars but for the golf buggy that will drive you if you are staying in a more expensive room. Our suspitions were confirmed when we saw the gardener getting angry with us. Anyway we put the car in the carpark and wheeled the luggage in.

Soon after we were getting settled it stormed so we had to ride out the storm in the  room. Luckily Heidi had bought some wine poppers from Cala Gonone super market. Wine poppers are like convenient travel sized goon. After the sun came out we went to the pool bar and cashed in our welcome drink tokens. I asked for a couple of spritzes and the bartender said, "these are not for alchohol". Obviously I looked completely distraught as he made the welcome drink cocktails but said quietly "I put some rum in them for you". What a nice man.

After lazing by the pool we went to see what kind of action the local town had. Unfortunately it was siesta time so not much action was to be had. We went to a cafe and got some pizza and looked out on the little marina. I guess even though there wasn't much action besides some guy riding around on an electic scooter presumably for advertising, it was still a good spot to sit.

Not all of the marina was nice to look at.

Later that night we went for dinner just next door to the cafe and to my delight they had sardines on the menu, finally sardines in Sardinia. I was pretty happy.

Sardini, apparently not so tipici.

During dinner we had noticed that there was some action happening in the sleepy little town square someone had setup some speakers and some DJ decks. Was this sleepy little town going to turn into some sort of mega rave? Unfortunately not, as we were walking home we saw that it was an Italian version of the wiggles singing to an audience of bambini and their parents. Further on we passed another kids show, then when we were nearly at our hotel, we heard some music in the distance probably another raggazi rave. I cannot believe we were going to bed before all these kids at around 10:30pm.