Did you mean to park here? |
north beach |
north beach art work |
Main town is more functional than attractive with an old naval boat in dry dock as a feature.
A quick stop for a designer coffee and we were back on the road across the centre of the island to the north shore. It's only 6 miles so we were quickly there. There was even less to see here on this overcast day; a walk on the beach with stop for a quick swing and then took the coastal road back to the main town. Parts of this 'road' are a dust track and an accident waiting to happen. Indeed one poor girl had come off her bike and scraped her knee. Fortunately she was going slowly and wasn't badly hurt and her friends were helping her.
Later in the afternoon we encountered a far less fortunate motorbiker. We were half way up a steep hill when we were faced by a bike coming too fast down the hill and careering out of control towards us. Only David's quick reaction saved us. He quickly read the situation, steered us clear towards the centre of the road and we passed with less than a metre between the two bikes. Two hundred metres further on at the foot of the hill the young guy came off the bike. His friend and two passing cars were on the scene immediately to offer assistance. In any other country we would have gone back, if only for David to berate him for endangering our lives, but given that help was already on hand and we didn't feel we had anything to add, we carried on.
On reflection, this near miss is probably the closest we have ever been to disaster on our eight year trip. Nothing on the sea has been as bad as this could have been which leads to the conclusion that sailing is not a risk sport. It's when we come in contact with land that it becomes dangerous.
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