There didn’t seem to be many possible spots to anchor along the west coast of Sardinia so we made a plan for the next days: Bosa, Oristano, Buggeru, Carloforte. It was exactly a one week trip if we stayed for 2 days in every anchorage. Our first stop, Bosa, was a colourful village in a green valley between the barren hills of summerly Sardinia. We anchored close to the crowded beach of Bosa Marina, where we were sent away at sunset. We hastily anchored (while cooking dinner) in the river behind the breakwater which was actually not a bad place at all. Just not crystal-clear, as we are used to now.. My parents were also in Sardinia again, so they drove to Bosa as well and the next day we all had dinner together.
The next day my parents waved us goodbye and we set sail south again. During our sail to Oristano the wind picked up and we had a hard time getting into the bay of Oristano. As we turned around the cape, the waves were at least 3 metres and the wind was gusting up to 35 knots. The bay is shallow, at many places too shallow for Scehawk, so Thomas had to keep a close eye at the depth and the helm. To distract us from the difficult situation a couple dolphins came out to play! We screamed so hard Thomas’ parents who were below deck thought that someone went overboard. But they did get to see them! It was a mystery to us how Gunhild and Elmar could be asleep or reading below deck in these conditions.. Real tough salties!
We did a big tour through the bay of Oristano, looking for a safe place to moor, berth or anchor. We were turned down in Oristano and our keel was too deep for the marina of Torre Grande – the only two marinas in the bay. So there was nothing else to do then get out of the bay, through the waves around the cape again and anchor at the Sinis Peninsula. This isn’t an official anchorage, that was the reason why we skipped it in the first place, but the wind was turning in our favour and we decided to give it a try. And it was worth it! A white beach, clear water and the interesting archeological site of Tharros in our backyard. It was a bit too hot to visit it though.. The next day the Italian government gave a heat warning, which we missed. We left on an explorational hike, forgot to bring water, and got so thirsty within half an hour that Thomas’ mother almost fainted. We were lucky enough to find a café around the corner where we bought insane amounts of cold drinks – which saved the day. We gave up on exploring and spent the rest of the day in the water. As one should with 44 degree heat..
On the water and during sailing, the heat didn’t bother us too much. We would just scoop up a bucket of seawater and take salt showers now and then. In the city it’s much harder to escape the heat. We anchored in Buggerru for a night and in the town there was no way to escape the heat. Even late at night or early in the morning we were still sweating like pigs. When we went on a small grocery shopping round early in the morning, Thomas forgot his shoes on the boat and burned his foot soles badly while walking across the beach back to the dinghy.