The route to Gallipoli

We left Taranto at 9, after filling up on diesel and set off to Marrugio campo some 19 nm. First on engine negotiating the many fish farms (abandoned or not) and set the sails being pushed by a nice breeze from the west.
Getting to maruggio it did not seem to be suitable for our dept, so we decided to continue to Porto Cesario, a sort of Laguna. Thus another 15 nm. The wind changed to east and with full sail we carried on at 5kn.
Around 7 (after 10h) we got to the Laguna. Moored and later remoored at a buoy and we had bad tempers flying. Buoys always a drag. At night till 3am we were immersed in the worst Italian music from to bars, Italian rap of the worst kind. Amazing how Italy has lost its sens of music, its only crap now.

Been there for a while, having a long rest....

Next morning early we set off to Gallipoli a medieval town on the water, we were informed by a Swiss guy on the way. "An amazing experience you walk in the early morning and you are transported back to the middle ages, no cars nothing modern."

We got there after a nice swim, after some muck up with berths we got a correct one. All formalities done we went of to this miraculous medieval town with full expectations.

First we had a nice pizza, before attacking the miracle.

Then we proceeded.

Buss loads of tourist from everywhere, restaurant or bar every  10 meters, cars all over the place, maybe 3 old buildings Greco Romano. At least most of the "old" streets had tarmac, good for my scooter.

Pity they destoyed a pitturesque town and even managed to build monstuous high rises next to it.

The old fortress

A facade of a church, actually about 70 cm thick, behind concrete!

The one an only beach for a major tourist town

Another imposing church front.

Probably the most idyllic place...

Very, very medieval tower, probably from 1200bc?

Nice cosy new Italian family house...

Entre modernité et ancien, entre Italie et Grèce, entre pauvreté et richesse... nous sommes pas loin de notre but.
Les gens sont toujours aussi gentils et rient souvent en voyant Roy se balader sur sa trotinette. Cela permet de faire un peu de conversation avec nos quelques mots d'italien. plus on va vers le sud, moins les italiens parlent anglais, et nous mieux italien...