Corsica - Day 6
In the morning everything was still wet but at least it had stopped snowing. I wanted to stay in my tent until the sun came out, so I could dry everything. Just when the clouds were starting to disappear I suddenly heard a lot of people. Apparently a bus had dropped them off to try the adventure course. That started on the other side of the road and then ran straight towards my tent. I had no choice but to quickly put on my wet clothes and pack everything. I finished just when the first person started to cross the road, I don't think they saw me.
After a long walk I reached a village. There was nothing to do there and it started to rain. At the tourist office where two girls whom I asked if there would be a bus passing through there. Apparently there had been one at 6:30 that morning and there wouldn't be another one for 3 days. I decided to try to reach Porto Vecchio using a combination of hiking and hitchhiking. It took a while but eventually someone stopped, it was a man with his daughter who would be hiking a nearby trail. He was willing to take me, but was only driving 3 kilometers. I said that was fine, every bit helped. We talked a bit in the car, they clearly weren't real French, as they were willing to speak English. A bit later I started begging for my second ride and the rain got worse. Eventually two men stopped that looked like mafioso. As I likely also didn't look very reliable I couldn't judge, so hopped in. They fortunately drove all the way to Porto Vecchio, which was 35 km away.
View along the way, the sun was finally coming through
A farmer's cabin
With such roads Porto Vecchio didn't seem to get closer fast
In Porto Vecchio the sun was still shining. I bought some breads and strawberries that tasted amazing. I needed to take the same bus to get to Ajaccio as I had taken on the way out. To my shock it had the same driver. Luckily his driving was a bit calmer this time so I could hold my food down.
In Ajaccio I planned to stay on the same campsite as before. I still had a lot of time left and enough food for two weeks. However, I felt very tired and not very motivated to walk through the snow for at least two more days. I asked a lady at a parking lot for directions to the campsite. She turned out to be super helpful. She and her friends first explained the directions in detail but then she changed her mind and told her friend to drive me there. If I first wanted to do groceries she would wait. My charms were clearly working. Even though I don't really speak French I understood nearly everything they said and vice versa.
At the campsite I thanked the ladies and pitched my tent, showered, and tried to dry everything. I still hadn't decided what I was going to do in the following days. All hiking trails that didn't run through the mountains were pretty short and far removed from me and each other. I considered walking to Calvi along the coast, which is where my flight would leave. That would take about 8 days. I realized I also wouldn't mind going home. I had suffered enough, which was part of the reason I went on this trip, and returning sooner would give me more time to move and rest before starting work again.