The others were bright and chirpy after a night in the comfortable bungalow beds, while I may as well have slept on a bed of nails, my mosquito bites itching all night and preventing sleep. They were keen to ascend into the mountains but I was too washed out to contemplate Christine’s plan which involved climbing to 995 metres. After a “frank exchange of views” she reluctantly agreed on a less ambitious ride which took us up to about 500 metres and dropped us back down on the coast at Olmeto Plage where we spent the afternoon on the beach, the swim cooling my rashes.
We dined well at La Crique, a busy but friendly restaurant overlooking the sea and returned to the campsite.