"I Say Sun and You Say Bass"

Dear Non-Junglist,
Hello from San Teodoro where coach transfers from Olbia airport are as cheap as chips at 2 Euros a pop. We had to wait 40 minutes for our coach, but with the sun shining, I wasn't about to complain.

La Cinta beach is the nicest white sandy beach that I've seen in Europe so far. It's still not quite as good as P town, but with the festival vibe, it's a close contender. The cohort of Sun & Bass is around the age of 25 - 35. The vibe is "niche", and I feel right at home :)

There's still no mistaking it for an Australian beach with the expensive deck chairs, umbrellas and paddle boats on hire, the preoccupation with budgie smugglers (all colours and patterns of the rainbow), and the hoard of Africans selling fake whatevers.

The days have been spent chilling out at the beach, drinking mojitos, and eating gelato and peppers stuffed with tuna.

The nights are spent at the clubs where I've generally been dancing until the break of dawn. (I think I may have almost killed myself on Saturday night.)

As R has decided to forgo the festival, I somehow found myself hanging out with a group of seven English boys (or "lads" as they say over this side of the hemisphere). They tell me that I am "gutsy" as they don't know of many girls who would be brave enough to hang out with a whole group of guys. I told them that I had my personal alarm with me, and that I could kick their arses any day. T's also been around and has been nice enough to let me hang out with him too :)

Even if there was nobody to hang out with, I would still have gone by myself. R thinks that I'm just not over partying. I beg to differ - I just <3 DnB :)


As usual, R has asked me which of the 7 guys I like. As usual, I sighed and said, "NONE. I AM NOT INTERESTED." (Why is it that every time a girl is with a bunch of guys, people have this strange inclination that you must like one of them. *Mutter, mutter, mutter*) And as usual, R sighed and then said something to the extent of, "When are you going to grow up and settle down."
BLAH.

The strangest two people at Sun & Bass are:
1) The tall, skinny Italian dude who walks around in a fluro orange tank top. Apparently he's infamous for his "kung fu fighting" of the waves, (T and the 7 lads report that he's done that in previous years), and this time around, his new thing is to blow his whistle and give red cards to...whoever.
2) "Shemali". The name was coined by one of the seven lads, preferring to the creature - fine, the guy with the breast implants. Think balding, hairy, butch looking guy with plenty of stubble, but with breasts and a blue bikini.
"Fair enough that he wants breast implants, but put in a little effort," said L.

The big headliners for me have been: Utah Jazz, Bryan G, Commix, Logistics, Nu:Tone and Grooverider. (Sorry, but you did ask, and yes, I had already warned that you wouldn't know who they are.)

San Teodoro is a typical of an Italian seaside town, down to the two road signs pointing to town in totally opposite directions.


No wonder we got lost the first time around.

The town's deserted during the day (as everybody's sun baking themselves a nice shade of orange in their budgie smugglers,) and then comes 9pm, and of a sudden, there are swarms of families everywhere causing traffic jams on the pavements. Seeing little kids running around past midnight is still something that I'm not use to. Fat Cat goes to sleep at 7pm. Or is it 7:30pm or 8? Oh never mind...

Anyway, I better get going as I'm writing this postcard while waiting for the 7:17am bus.

Wish you were here, but then, you probably wouldn't understand the music so never mind.....


In A Danny Byrd-esque fashion, it's: "With Love, from San Teodoro"
xoxo
DnB Gal