An Ajaccio reflection. It must have been raining before.
We arrived at the Ajaccio airport on Saturday evening. (It may sound an
unnecessary statement, since all the pictures show clearly that I have been
to Ajaccio, but if the flight from Paris was not delayed, we might have not
arrived at the Ajaccio airport... etc. Therefore the first conclusion about
travelling (by bus, between airports) is:
If there is seemingly no one else freezing at the bus stop, it does not at all
mean
that there is no one else waiting. Those travellers waiting inside
the hall are not frozen and hence are much quicker when the bus comes. If there
is a sufficient amount of them, you may be left freezing for the next
bus. QED.)
(We=one quantum chemist (Christian) and one chemical physicist (me), both
currently from HU Berlin.)
The second bus-travel moral is 'A bus stop with a schedule is no indication that the promised bus comes. It does not. Don't wait for such a scheduled bus or even two scheduled buses for two hours and a half, particularly not in the evening. Take the taxi straightaway.'
Ajaccio harbour in the morning. Harbour in winter is a calm place. There is usually no one around and the only sounds are quiet clinking of metal parts of the boats and creaking of the wooden jetty.
There were quite a few animals in Ajaccio. Cats, dogs and a very bored lion:
There were citrus trees all around outside, bearing fruits in February as if it was normal... After rainy Berlin I somehow all the time suspected that I'd find out that they were not real.
On Sunday we set off for a walking trip to Illes Sanguinaries. The pictures
show just a few of the interesting rock shapes that can be seen along the road.
(Notice the rock eagle on the second picture?) The road was all right for
walking but far too stony for cycling, though we met several people
riding a bike. At one moment we nearly overtook one of them.
The second two slides show Ajaccio viewed from the highest point of the road.
More photos from the trip. Sunset over Illes Sanguinaires. They are called 'Sanguinaires', 'Bloody', because they consist of red rocks. (I've read.) The only red part of the last two pictures close to red is the sky, though.
