SARDINIA

Sardinia is an adventure. It doesn’t curry favor, it wants to be uncovered. Deep in the heart of the island lie waterfalls and picturesque mountain regions. The most beautiful beaches are only accessible by hiking down the steep cliffs. Yes, you have to want Sardinia, you have to get involved. You need time for it and should throw your ideas of (mainland) Italy overboard. Because Sardinia is different, no less rich in culture, no less rich in natural beauty, but rougher and perhaps also a little magical.

Wild Coast of Sardinia

When we arrive, the north of the island is covered in fog. From Olbia, we drive south to Bari Sado, where we have rented a cottage in the middle of nowhere. On the drive there, sunshine, storms and rain alternate every quarter of an hour. This is how it will continue for the next few days. While we were still cursing the inconsistent weather at first, we soon learn to adapt our activities to the weather and realize that there are places in Sardinia that want to be explored in the rain. Other places call for sunshine.

The next morning, a short off-road tour takes us to the Piscine Naturali Di Monte Ferru. A beautiful area for hiking and relaxing. Here, a stream meanders through the rock, forming watercourses, steps, pools and small valleys. Nature shows itself to us in fresh, lush green. Oleander and wild herbs grow by the wayside. Lizards use the sun to warm their blood.

Offroad in Sardinia
Piscine Naturali Di Monte Ferru
Piscine Naturali Di Monte Ferru
Piscine Naturali Di Monte Ferru
Lizard on a Rock, Sardinia
Vegetation, Sardinia

We spend the rest of the afternoon on a beach near our little house. We are familiar with the palm-lined dream beaches of Southeast Asia or the Seychelles. The beaches of Sardinia and the Mediterranean in general are hardly comparable. They are rockier and more barren. More bushes than palm trees. The water temperature is always slightly below our comfort zone and the sun is still an unreliable companion in May. Nevertheless, we will always find places by the water here in Sardinia that may not be able to compete with the brochure beaches of some long-distance destinations, but which offer peace and idyll in a variety of forms. Sometimes the land breaks up into rugged rock formations, sometimes crystal-clear water washes over fine sand. In the south, the beaches are crowded, on the Costa Smeralda in the north as well, in the east you can still find quiet spots. After a downpour, the sky and sea are a steely blue, in the clear afternoon heat they are a brilliant ultramarine.

At The Beach With Baby, Sardinia
Wild Coast of Sardinia
Cala Goloritzé, Sardinia

The following days we explore different regions of Sardinia with Mr. Lux. Again and again we are drawn to unpaved gravel roads with deep, rain-washed potholes and stream crossings. Sardinia is considered one of the last paradises for off-road junkies. And indeed, many side roads are legally passable. From dusty dirt tracks to steep gravel passages and muddy trails, there is something for everyone.

Our first off-road day tour takes us along the southern west coast with steep climbs and a rock step that is almost impossible to master with our large pickup. Every centimeter counts – one of us points the way, the other steers. We shout and shout, give hand signals and swear. In the end, Mr. Lux makes it through the difficult bottleneck. We continue along narrow paths – the bushes scratch the paint on the left and right. At the end of the day, we are proud of the stage we have mastered. Mr. Lux has clearly suffered battle scars: the bumper scraped along the stone when overcoming the rock step and the thorny bushes have immortalized themselves in the metallic paint. But Mr. Lux is not an ice cream parlour vehicle – we bought him to take us everywhere.

Chris' Tip

If you are traveling with a roof tent, you may also be wondering whether you can go wild camping in Sardinia.

Clearly, wild camping is prohibited in Italy, including Sardinia. This is also strictly controlled in the high season. Even if there are some remote, quiet and suitable “wild” sites, think carefully about whether you want to take the risk. Sardinia’s nature is beautiful and uncontrolled off-road tourism does not help to improve it. There are some really great campsites, close to nature and within walking distance to the sea. One such site is Camping Coccorrocci on the east coast.

The next morning, we wake up to rain pattering against the window of our bedroom. The sky is all gray, low-hanging clouds, chilly 15° Celsius and no improvement in sight. Depressed, we have breakfast and think about what to do with the day. Museums or indoor activities are few and far between in Sardinia, and there’s not much going on on the quieter eastern side anyway. So we gas up Mr. Lux and head for the mountains around Tertenia, where a wind farm is waiting to be discovered.

We drive higher and higher along washed-out gravel paths. A shepherd follows us in his antique Fiat Punto – we are at a loss as to how this little car masters these tracks. Water runs over the road again and again. The higher we get, the sparser the vegetation becomes. At some point, fog and clouds surround us. The rain has softened to a gentle drizzle. Cows and goats cross our paths and we have to make our way with honking and shouting. At some point, the shepherd’s Fiat Punto takes a different fork in the road. He will be the last person we see until the end of the tour.

Offroad in Sardinia
Goats in Sardinia
Fog in the Hills, Sardinia
Windfarm near Tertenia, Sardinia
Windfarm near Tertenia, Sardinia
Fog in the Hills, Sardinia
Offroad in Sardinia
Offroad in Sardinia

After so many days in the countryside, the obligatory visit to the capital in the south of Sardinia is on the agenda. Cruise ships are docked in the port of Cagliari, crowds of people jostle on the main traffic arteries and the central parking lot is pretty full. Compared to the small towns and villages in eastern Sardinia, Cagliari feels like a real city. The crumbling amphitheater bears witness to the presence of the Romans. The botanical garden has unfortunately closed on the day of our visit. Instead, we explore the charming city center, get lost for a moment and then suddenly find ourselves on the Bastione di Saint Remy, a spacious square with a nice view over the city, which no longer looks so nice from here. Rather a bit dingy, average, a bit too dominated by the port and its industry.

So back into the alleyways, past the Torre dell’Elefante and along the pedestrian zone. Here, colorful rosewood trees bloom in a vibrant purple. They are the only splashes of color in the city, which makes them all the more impressive. Without realizing it, we have reached the parking lot where Mr Lux is waiting for us to continue our journey. We look at each other for a moment: We’ve seen enough of Cagliari. We want to get back to nature, maybe check out another beach in the south.

We find an easily accessible sandy beach near Villasimius. It is therefore very crowded here. Teenagers pose in bikinis, families queue at the only snack bar – beer for the fathers, ice cream for the children. The mothers pay. The garbage cans are overflowing, the wobbly beach tables are sticky. Perhaps we should have followed one of the narrow paths that led off the main road every few kilometers. Perhaps we should have parked the car in the shade of a rosewood tree and made our way through overgrown paths. Maybe then we would have actually found a piece of paradise all to ourselves, a small beach, secluded and protected by rugged rocks.

Just like the days before, we realize once again: Sardinia only gives you ordinariness, you have to fight for paradise.

And that’s exactly what we do before the sun goes down. A short detour takes us to an abandoned mining area that was buried by a landslide a few years ago. Half-destroyed houses now protrude from the rocks. The tires grind loudly as Mr. Lux digs his way over gravel, stones and crushed rock. It is spooky here, as deserted and destroyed as this place presents itself to us. Before darkness falls, we make our way home.

Offroad in Sardinia
Lost Place, Sardinia
Offroad in Sardinia

After more than a week in Sardinia, our time is gradually coming to an end. We want to go on one last tour into the hinterland, be outdoors, enjoy the sun and finally see a nuraghe. These stone towers, which are up to 4,000 years old, can only be found in Sardinia. To this day, archaeologists still disagree on what they were once built for: as tombs, defensive towers or places of worship? They remain a mystery – like so many things here.

From an old monastery, we follow a very steep path to a pine forest. Mr. Lux rolls smoothly uphill at a crawl. After a while, we reach a resting area in the middle of the forest. A stream babbles past us, two huts offer travelers shelter in the bad weather. An idyllic place for a picnic. One last Sardinian cheese, Italian olives and fresh bread. A simple meal, sparse yet tasty. Reduced to the essentials. Another analogy to Sardinia.

We reflect on the last few days. We are certainly richer in impressions than before. It’s not the Caribbean-like beaches that Sardinia is advertised for in many a travel brochure that have captivated us. Instead, we were captivated by Sardinia’s rugged wildness.

Mountains of Ulassai, Sardinia
Offroad in Sardinia
Offroad in Sardinia
Lunch Break, Sardinia

And then it arrives, the day of our departure. We wash the dust and mud off Mr. Lux in the morning sun. As we run our fingers over the scratches in the paint, we will remember Sardinia. The island that gives nothing away. The island that wants to be conquered.

The door of our little house slams shut and, as always, the way back is a long one. We cross a mountain range and enjoy one last view. The vastness ahead of us is naked rock, barren shrubland and a cloud-covered hill. After sun comes rain. After the deserted hinterland comes Olbia. After the island, the mainland.

When we leave the ferry in Genoa the next morning and try to escape the city’s heavy rush hour traffic, the last few days feel like a dream. Sardinia is not Italy. Sardinia is a world of its own.

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