elba to giannutri
15th July 2022
This evening we arrived around 6.30pm to the small island of Giannutri which only had one bay to anchor in and where we had to anchor in 20metres of water.
We put the dinghy in and motored around to the small marina and tied up and began the walk up towards what looked like the centre of the very small community.
It was so simplistic but so perfect. It was hard to know if we were walking through someone's back garden or through a street but we kept climbing following the signs towards a roman "something or other".
We passed by homes as we got towards the top of the island. There was a clearing with a soccer pitch and a helipad and continued for a short while longer until we had reached the other side of the small island. This side was more exposed to the ocean but also had a small concrete pier or landing for a boat.
We discovered more signs to the roman "something or other" but it was at this point that the signs started saying no admission without a guide, mind you it was 8pm at this stage, so we turned around and went back towards the township.
We got back to the square that had the one eatery and we ordered a drink. We were the slight anomaly for the evening as a young girl had to be found to understand our English so we could order a corona and a negroni (which had me very quickly on my ear) but not before we both romanticized how magical this tiny little island off the mainland of Italy was and if only we could escape for longer.
This evening we arrived around 6.30pm to the small island of Giannutri which only had one bay to anchor in and where we had to anchor in 20metres of water.
We put the dinghy in and motored around to the small marina and tied up and began the walk up towards what looked like the centre of the very small community.
It was so simplistic but so perfect. It was hard to know if we were walking through someone's back garden or through a street but we kept climbing following the signs towards a roman "something or other".
We passed by homes as we got towards the top of the island. There was a clearing with a soccer pitch and a helipad and continued for a short while longer until we had reached the other side of the small island. This side was more exposed to the ocean but also had a small concrete pier or landing for a boat.
We discovered more signs to the roman "something or other" but it was at this point that the signs started saying no admission without a guide, mind you it was 8pm at this stage, so we turned around and went back towards the township.
We got back to the square that had the one eatery and we ordered a drink. We were the slight anomaly for the evening as a young girl had to be found to understand our English so we could order a corona and a negroni (which had me very quickly on my ear) but not before we both romanticized how magical this tiny little island off the mainland of Italy was and if only we could escape for longer.