First blog-what to say!!! Well, back from Corsica-land of the lawless. If you like balaclavas, shooting and blowing up buildings, driving without a license, and generally no police authority-this is the place to go!
A little list of pecurilarities-did i spell that right? Is it even a word?
Whilst i was staying in Cargiacca-a beautiful place deep in the mountains-home to the sum of 28 people-a number vastly outnumbered by the village dogs-a few strange things seemed to come to light. Some wholesome, some bizzare, some, just damn disturbing.
Bizzare.
If you were thinking of building high risers for stray cats by piling 50 odd cardboard boxes with little doors and windows on top of one another-dont do it. It smells f-ing terrible. Luckily, it was summarily burnt down-without the cats in!
Disturbing.
When skinning and gutting a wild boar, dont panic when the muscles continue to spasm and move-it is NOT alive!
Brilliant.
Learn how to shoot a rifle from a crazy bald drunk guy-I freaked out after though thinking i really could have hit someone-but i didnt hear any shout from in the bush, so i'm assuming it was ok.
Bizzare.
Its always a surprise when you visit the cellar for a bottle of wine and there are none left! Not so strange when the little deaf man next door raids your cellar whenever you are out and you find him pissed out of his head on your drink lying on a bench.
Disturbing.
Did you know that a wild boar and roaming domestic pigs can have little cross breed piglets? Not so disturbing-certainly not as disturbing as finding cows shot through the head on your way through the village because someone got pissed off with his neighbour and decided to make his sentiments known by shooting said neighbours livestock!
Brilliant.
You dont need a license to open a bar! And thought the majority of punters are toothless-they are without a doubt the most welcoming, funny and generous bunch I've met out drinkgin!
Bizzare.
It is not cool to eat boar bones, suck out the marrow inside and let it dribble into you beard whilst attempting to have a conversation. And it is a silly idea to sifon petrol out of a tank if you are smoking-you will set yourself on fire and get into intensive care!
Disturbing.
Omerta-there is only one law in the Maquis-Omerta. Its frightening, but true!
Brilliant.
The music! The folk dances. The bare back, no hat riding! The tanned skin and bright bright blue eyes. The tremendous national pride. The knowledge of the land handed down the generation-flora, fauna, villages, myths, legends, feuds, friendships. The handsome hunters. The rotten cheese delicacy-maggots wiggling away in your mouth...And the donkeys!
Here are some pics...
The team.
Make your own soap.
How human does this doggy look!
Don Jean.
Rotten cheese-a haven for maggots.
Man or ape? Or just plain swamp creature?
Don't ask-think medieval torture chamber, but for cows-and yes, it is a power drill!
Another disturbing surprise.
You gotta catch the baker in his van if you want any bread...
La buvette!
Where the hermit cheese making sheperd lives. No roads to his house, no running water ect... Odd bloke, not one for conversation.
Unfortunately-this is everywhere-hunting dogs starved and beaten-fucking disgusting!
My acorn girraffe!
Cargiacca.
What a pretty sight!
Half pig, half boar...
Clearly shooting practice.
Fugo.
Ayo.
