Heading north we ran out of Italian soil so we hopped on a ferry and headed to Bonifacio, France. We were surprised to stumble across such a tourist 'hot-spot', and a town full of restaurants. Although we couldn't afford the tourist menu, we happily sat on the gutter outside and enjoyed french stick and Camembert, whilst I revised my schoolgirl french.
Sadly we did not do much cycling on the isle of Corsica, as we saw the sight of the huge white cliffs, and thought we would head back to Sardinia where it was supposedly flatter, and had an abundance of Nutella in every shop.
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