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March 1 Wednesday Bicycle touring Italy Sardinia from Baratili San Pietro Sardinia to Tharros Sardegna Rimedia rode over to pick us up in the morning on Jay's girlfriend's bike. She took us back to her parent's house for a cafe-o-lait and a couple of chocolate rolls. I think I'm beginning to like cake for breakfast! Rimedia cycled two kilometres with us to the
next village and pointed us towards the Roman ruins of Tharros
on the coast. She had taken us to a bike shop before we got on
our way. We bought new seat covers to replace our worn and torn
old ones. There were tears in our eyes when we hugged her goodbye. At Tharros, we find a semi sheltered spot by the beach. Nice sea. Beautiful blue. We eat lunch. Tired. The wind gusts and blows sand on us. We go back to our touring bicycles and leave. We cycle over to see the ruins. Workers are still uncovering more buildings. A couple of pillars stand by the sea. Thermal bath houses, but no more thermals. A sewer system is said to still be in perfect working condition. Benito, an archeologist working there, sees us arrive on our tour bikes and comes over to invite us to stay at his house just down the hill from the ruins. My stomach is feeling so lousy, without consulting Sharon, I immediately accept. His house is made of cane. He has a dog, Dolphi. We walk along the beach, then return to his shack for spaghetti. Basta pasta. And a good-tasting fish that he batters and fries. He gives Sharon some seashells that he found on the beach. We returned from our beach walk with a great collection of shells. I'm not sure how Sharon is going to fit them all into her bike panniers. The house is spartan. It's made from a collection of old wood and tin. Very rustic. Sharon tells me that he has been grabbing her cute buns while I wasn't looking and she's not too happy about it. She wants us to leave, but I don't feel so good. My stomach is upset. He keeps plying us with wine. I go to the toilet -- a horrid affair with a bucket in a rabbit hutch. Sharon feels very uncomfortable about staying here, but I tell her it will be all right. She doesn't like it when he rubs her cheek with his hand. Can't blame her. I told her all she had to do is yell when he did it the first time and that it probably wouldn't happen again. Sharon is not happy with my advice. When Benito asks her if she wants more wine she says no and gives a little laugh, which always gets her another glass of wine. "These people just don't understand 'no,'" she tells me. "Well," I say, "if you wouldn't laugh when you say it they may believe you." She says she laughs because she is nervous. "Well, notice it is sending the wrong signals," I say. "Your mouth is saying one thing, but your body language is saying the opposite." Sharon is ready to slug me and tells me in no uncertain terms that she is going to send me some body language that I definitely will have no trouble interpreting! |
