Armed with wrist bands, travamine and lots of ginger and having sworn
off my beloved cups of tea (the caffeine is said to cause sea sickness)
we flew to Corsica to join Morris Kahn and his companion
Ariella Delaney and Oded Gera on Morris' yacht, Antares
III. We were particularly happy to sail on the Antares III as we were
present at the launching of its predecessor, the Antares, in
Amsterdam in 2005. (see pictures
It was a simply wonderful week and we delighted to visit places we
would have never otherwise visited . Thanks also to the the crew,
Rik, Rupert and Jamie who sailed the yacht and pampered us, and
special thanks to Emma, who in a tiny galley whipped up three gourmet
meals a day, in port and under sail. They all contributed greatly to
success of the trip.
Ariela and Oded are from 5th generation+ Israeli families and
know everyone; it was fascinating to hear them speak intimately
about people whom we only know as names in "The Marker".
In Bastia Corsica, faced with a strong mistral wind churning up
the waves, Rik wisely decided to change course and we sailed west with
the wind to The Island of Elba. It was a rough crossing under sail. We
docked at Porto Ferraio, glad to have land under our feet.
We walked around the town enjoying the quaint port and lovely views.
The next day we drove to Napoleon's palace of exile from where he
escaped only later to be defeated by Nelson at the Battle of Waterloo
and exiled to St Helen's. We were surprised at the quality of Corsica
wines and drove to Cecilia a local vineyard whose wine we had
appreciated the previous night atr dinner. The mistral had died down
and we sailed to one of the bays for a swim before sailing back to
Bastia in Corsica.
On land, on sea
, in sea
Morris and Ariella enjoying (?)
the rough seas, Doreen and Eitan on a visit to Cecilia winery on
Elba Island, Doreen and Ariella braving the cold waters.
Behind the wheel
The amazing views and scenery
Girolata, and a view of Ajaccio from our
hotel verandah on our last night.
Tour de France
Every year I watch Tour de France and
dream of being one of the people standing by the side of the road and
clapping as the riders pass. Imagine my delight when, purely by
luck, stage 2 of the Tour ended in Ajaccio where we were overnighting
before we flew back to Israel.
It's not like on TV at all! First came motorised floats
bearing delightful advertisements. The crowds waited in good humor for
an hour and a half as cavalcades of policemen on motorbikes and
official cars passsed and then a roar from the crowd arose as the tete
de la course (the fastest group of riders) cycled past us in a flash ,
unbelievably fast, especially as they had already cycled over a
grueling 145km mountain pass. A convoy of cars with bicycles on the
roof followed. The peleton, the main group, passed
after a long interval and after an even longer interval the last
cyclists passed and we dispersed.
The next morning, packed and ready to catch the bus to the airport, we
found a good spot and sat on the pavement until the start of the
3rd stage of the race. At the beginning the cyclists are preceded by a
car that limits the speed of the riders and they passed in one large
group chatting to each other and looking very relaxed, before another
It was an amazing end to a very special holiday