Frala<\/a><\/strong>, the previous afternoon, after having re-emerged from the second dive, set off again heading north.<\/p>\n\n\n\nThe sun was rising for us in Ile-Rousse,<\/strong> an ancient fishing village<\/strong> that enchants with its islets that sink into the bay with turquoise water<\/strong>. Its name is inspired by the ocher color of the main island used as a stopover.<\/p>\n\n\n\nSlowly, the ferries coming from Marseille appeared on the horizon.<\/p>\n\n\n
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<\/figure><\/div>\n\n\nTwo dives at the Secca di Naso<\/h4>\n\n\n\n A vast monolithic block<\/strong> rose from the abyss, from a depth I did not know. At a certain point, we are at a bathymetric altitude of about -40, a huge plateau<\/strong> gives rise to a series of very large submerged<\/strong> pyramids<\/strong> with passages<\/strong> and canyons<\/strong> in the center, between sand<\/strong> and posidonia<\/strong>.<\/p>\n\n\n\nThe first dive to seek that exclusivity that only certain places can give us. In search of the passage of large fish<\/strong>. But the sea offers moments and, in general, these moments are characterized by the current. That day there was no current, everything flowed slow and placid. And, then, even that pair of snappers<\/strong> that passed by do so with an almost holiday-like pace.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
<\/figure><\/div>\n\n\nThe second dive to look at the environment<\/strong>, on the pyramids facing the ground. Authentic walls descended steeply to the bottom. First covered by the yellow carpet of sea daisies<\/strong>, then by numerous fans of yellow sea fans and finally, on the bottom, where not everyone is qualified to get there, the precious red<\/strong> sea fans.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
<\/figure><\/div>\n\n\nOne night in Capraia<\/h4>\n\n\n\n I carry two emotions in my heart about the time I went to Corsica. The first, the sadness of leaving a special place. Perhaps also due to the awareness that time is inexorably flying.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<\/video><\/figure>\n\n\n\nThe second is the joy and amazement of the majesty of nature. Capraia<\/strong> was in front of my eyes, totally illuminated by the full moon<\/strong>.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
<\/figure><\/div>\n\n\nThe night, spent there, sheltered by the illuminated Saracen tower, in the upper city, fascinated me and gave me the opportunity to reflect on how lucky I am to be able to experience moments like these.ti.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Sunday morning<\/h4>\n\n\n\n There was a frenzy among my traveling companions, going back and forth from the cabins to the stern. We were starting to recover all the pieces that we had lost around the boat. In the afternoon we headed back to the port, in Rosignano.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
But it was not yet the time to say goodbye. It was time to go underwater. Immediately, because we return in the afternoon.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The shoal of the ants<\/h4>\n\n\n\n We were north east of Capraia<\/strong>, from where Corsica was no longer visible. The sea<\/strong> was flat<\/strong>, a large slick of deep blue, crystalline oil. It just rippled when we joyfully entered the water with our giant strides.<\/p>\n\n\n\nThe top of the shoal<\/strong> was very large and welcomed us at a depth of 25 meters<\/strong>. There were vertical walls<\/strong> that swirled down to the light sand<\/strong>. We were at 40 meters of depth<\/strong>.<\/p>\n\n\n\nThere was not a wire. I thought: “thank goodness, you don’t struggle”. Then I thought about it: “pity, we will not see fish hunting”. I was satisfied with the environment, a carpet of yellow gorgonians<\/strong> and daisies<\/strong>. I settled for a couple of large spider crabs.<\/p>\n\n\n