Since we couldn’t stay in the Reserve for the night, we headed to Girolata and found a great spot to anchor. This tiny village is only accessible by water or a mule track.
The sun was setting and the vivid red of the rocks around us was dreamlike.
It also had a small stretch of beach, but what’s this?
Daisy forgot the beach towels
I wonder if pigs swim?
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