A week of adventure and fun at Corsica
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One week of adventure sports and fun in the wilderness of a French Island: La Corse.
It was summer again! After my first year at the Sports Academy it was time for one hell of a deserved holiday.
Beach only holidays are not my kind of holiday. Party, getting drunk, go to the beach, have dinner and start all over again is a waste of time and money for me. So, I like to have it all: beach, party, mountains and sports. La Corse brings it all together. Allthough, this island has it all: rough nature (so space enough for adventure sports), culture, history, beaches and bars.
The way to La Corse was one I'll never ever do again the way I did it this time. It was an organized holiday by Labyrinth (a Dutch tour operator). I had to take the train to Utrecht (NL), were I got on the bus.
Luckily a shower, BBQ and some beers helped to get the good spirit back. At night a campfire and gitar music kept us awake and we sang along for hours. Every day swimming in the ocean around sun set was perfect too.
The weather was hot, no rain at all. I like hot weather except for hot early mornings. We stayed at a campsite just outside Calvi. A ten minute walk to the city centre. We slept in small tents. So around 8.30am the tent was like an oven and we had to get out.
La Corse is perfect for outdoor adventure. It's rough, beautiful and peaceful. All adventure sports you wanna do are possible here.
I did parapenting for the first time and it was so much fun. The winds were good, so we stayed in the air for 20 minutes (longer was not allowed, otherwise it was too cheap...). The landing was smooth and I definitely wanna do it again. The views were amazing. I saw cars in the clif and they looked as large as a toy.
The trip was 8 days, but I left one day earlier than the rest group, because I was joining my parents and younger brother for another week in the south of France. So I took a ferry from Calvi to Nice and met my parents there. This way I was spared from another 32 hour journey to get home...
My parents and younger brother were patiently waiting at the docks of Nice and this is a place where many gay people and prostitutes walk around. My brother didn't understand in the beginning why the men were looking at my dad all the time and he tought that the women were dressed in weird clothes... Hahaha, he never seen something like that before...
We were supposed to have holiday in my parents holiday house, an hour drive from Nice.