Corsica

The National Liberation Front of Corsica, known in French as Front de libération nationale corse (FLNC) is a 70s founded political militant insurgency, which many say takes root from the French Island Corsica’s century old struggles for it’s independence. While some say that it is a mafia organization that is…

This is my FM21 blog. Taking control of the weakest team in France’s third tier. I have created the fictional character ‘Marcu Padovani’ and will write this as a third-person report. Somewhat in homage to Joe McGinniss and ‘The Miracle of Castel di Sangro’. Born in the city of Ajaccio…

South of France and North of Sardinia is the island of Corsica. One famous and popular trek crosses it: the GR20. In late fall I attempted the traverse and was only able to complete the Southern section from Conca to Vizzavona as the conditions (fog, wind, snow) were too severe for the Northern side passes at +2500m. This part of the trail was very well marked and has some bits of scrambling but was simpler to follow than the HRP.

Cela s’écrit Machja et se prononce “MAKIA”. Le maquis méditerranéen, c’est l’ensemble d’arbustes, arbres et plantes qui poussent sauvages. En Corse, il est particulièrement prononcé car de nombreuses terres agricoles furent abandonnées au Vingtième siècle… On prenait le maquis pour s’enfuir, aussi. …

The crossing from Porquerolles to Corsica drained both of us, in different ways. So, when the boat was secure in the bay at La Revellata, we had a cup of tea and some marmite on toast, before collapsing into bed for a grateful night’s sleep. The following morning brought a…

We woke to an unfamiliar motion. It was a calm morning off La Ciotat, with barely a ripple in the bay, but enough of a swell to remind us that we were no longer landlubbers. After breakfast, we weighed anchor and set sail for Porquerolles, 30 miles away. The fresh…

Ma langue est inconnue. Impie mais téméraire Elle ne se laisse abattre ni par l’arme ou le feu Elle puise ses accents dans des contrées agraires Qui connurent tout à tour, ennemis pernicieux Conquêtes fructueuses, insurrections matées Dans le sang et la mort, de mon peuple damné Il n’est pas un pays qu’une punition injuste Ait ainsi accablé, depuis des décennies Depuis le peuple triste de la mère Judée Il n’est pas un pogrom qui nous ait épargnés