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SAKANA TRAVEL BLOG

All about Gallura, Sardinia.
Nuragus Wine Festival in Sardinia 21-22th May 2011
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    Nuragus wine festival
     Source Nuragus Town official website

    The first Nuragus Wine Festival will take place in Nuragus town in Cagliari Province south of Sardinia on 21th and 22th of May 2011.

    All major sardinian producers of this grape variety  will attend the event with a free wine tasting on Saturday, nice and pleasant evening with traditional music "Tenores of Mamoiada" and a big festival on Sunday with typical sardinian product and a lot of wine ofcourse.

    For more info visit the official website:
    http://www.comune.nuragus.ca.it/ultime/prima-rassegna-del-vino-nuragus

    Email: vino.nuragus@gmail.com

    Telefono: (+39) 349 2208938
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    Orani - Nivola Park Opening
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      Nivola Park in Orani
      Nivola Park in Orani   Source: SardegnaTurismo

      The Nivola Park in Orani has opened. The artist Nivola, who is from Orani, is said to have carried the drawings of the park with him during the time he spend abroad.

      Information:
      Tel. +39 0784 730063
      museo.nivola@tiscali.it

      Source: SardegnaTurismo
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      Sassari - Opening of the Bunnari Park
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        Minigolf at the Bunnari Park Sassari  source SardegnaTurismo 


        With thirty hectars of green near Sassari, the park of Bunnari re-opens its gates to the public and offers a large area for outdoor activities as well as a recreation centre and a swimming pool.

        Information:
        Public relations office of the city of Sassari
        Tel. +39 079 279837

        Source : SardegnaTurismo
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        WILD AND WOOLLY WITH SARDINIAN'S SHEPHERDS.
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          By Stephanie Rafanelli The Guardian, Saturday 1 May 2010 .



          Urzulei, Junturas del Supramonte photo by Cerniglia Franco -Sardinia Digital Library

          There's only one way to see Sardinia's wild interior, and that's with the shepherds who tread its a ncient trails.
          "Shepherds are distrustful of new people; you have to earn their respect," whispers Piero, my tour guide, as he introduces me to Toni, a weather-beaten pastore (shepherd) from the Sardinian highlands. "They may not say anything but they'll be observing; to see if you pass their test." Toni glares at me with wild hazel eyes as I, in turn, stare out nervously from the 1,020m-high Passo Silana on the limestone massif of the Supramonte. Virgin forest stretches below us and underground rivers spew forth from the cliff face. Far to the south are the snow-capped peaks of the Gennargentu.

          Less than three hours from the white-washed houses of the Costa Smeralda lies the rugged mountain wilderness of the Barbagia, in the province of Il Nuoro. Dominated by the vast expanse of the Supramonte, the region offers remote villages, endless flocks of sheep and, for those who want an alternative to the cosmopolitan ambience and expense of the coast, an immersion in the simple shepherd culture.
          The best way to explore, Piero says, is along ancient trails, known only to generations of shepherds. And so he hands me over to Toni who is to lead me from the village of Urzulei through the wildest part of the Supramonte into one of Europe's deepest gorges, the Gola di Gorropu.

          At once, he bounds off down the mountainside, leaping from one rock to another ; I stumble, off-balance like a toddler, behind him. So steep is the descent that even the ancient holm oaks and junipers dangle backwards into the ravine unable to resist gravity's pull. Determined to catch up, I slide down sections on my backside. After a gruelling hour I feel I have gained some respect.
          Toni picks up a handful of droppings and shoves them under my nose, showing me the different shape and texture of the sheep (hard and round) and wild mouflon (soft and long) excrement that marks our path. He points to a golden eagle as it soars overhead, then tugs at the spiny leaves of medicinal shrubs for me to sniff between his fingers: from wild mint to erba di gatto (catnip), used by shepherds to clear their sinuses. In me it sparks a 20-minute sneezing fit.¥
          By the time we reach the bottom of the gorge three hours later, I am crawling on my hands and knees like a sheep faithfully following my shepherd.


          In a shepherd's footsteps . . . guide Toni By Stephanie Rafanelli photo by By Stephanie Rafanelli .

          We pass an abandoned pinnettu; a circular shepherd's hut made from stone and silvery juniper branches, one of many that were once inhabited for six months of the year when the shepherd led his flocks into the highlands for summer. We pause for lunch, and Toni produces a bundle of pecorino cheese, bread and chive-flavoured prosciutto from his leather satchel; all home-produced. The pastore once made ricotta cheese and smoked prosciutto in the mountains; they returned to the local village only once a month to renew supplies of carta da musica (paper-thin bread). The salty lunch leaves me gasping for water; instead Toni hands me a flask of deep red cannonau (local wine).

          After lunch, Toni leads me to another near-vertical rock face and a 200m drop. My vision blurs (fuelled by a cocktail of alcohol and vertigo) and I lurch giddily on the cliff edge. After 30 minutes of my tearful protestations (my credibility is totally blown), we abandon the climb and trek back on ourselves for several hours to find an alternative route. This turns out to be equally arduous, involving leaps of faith over terrifying drops and being lowered by a piece of rope tied around my waist.

          By the time we reach the northern side of the gorge, dusk has fallen. But the beauty of the limestone Gorropu Gorge overcomes me. We suck at handfuls of spring water, then, by moonlight, silently begin our 8km climb; scaling giant boulders that line the canyon bed.


          Peak practice…the Supramonte massif. Photograph: imagebroker / Alamy/Alamy

          The final stage of my 12-hour initiation test is a thigh-burning 3km vertical climb back up the mountainside to Urzulei. At the top, Toni rewards me with a hearty slap, a shot of filù e feru (local moonshine) and a sleeping bag on the floor of a pinnettu. Inside, fat hams swing from the ceiling as the juniper branches crackle and rustle in the wind, but I sleep without waking.
          "A shepherd's life is hard, eh?" says Piero the next morning as he drives me to the nearby village of Orgosolo.

          Having earned some local respect, I am invited to a traditional shepherds' lunch at Campeggio Supramonte, a campsite and restaurant run by local shepherds. My wooden plate is piled high with rosemary-scented lamb and potatoes, porchetta (a pork spit-roast over an open fire) and pecorino, washed down with a heavy cannonau. Afterwards shepherds Pietrino, Gaetano, Egidio and Martino huddle together in a tight circle as if in an intimate embrace. Suddenly their bodies vibrate in unison, summoning a low guttural hum in four parts (mimicking a cow, a sheep, the wind and a lonely human voice); a primordial shepherds' song – the canto a tenore.

          That afternoon we go to Egidio's house to make ricotta cheese, squirting milk from the sheep's udders directly into metal pans to heat indoors on the fire. At dusk, Egidio demonstrates how to round up his flock on the hillside – using whistles, clicks and calls.

          Next morning I rejoin the modern world in the fishing port of Arbatax, where I bask gleefully on a sunlounger on the terrace of Il Vecchio Mulino, sipping among the luxuriant banana palms. Later, I take a boat trip along the coastline, to where the limestone cliffs drop into the waves. But I am unable to forget my new-found training, even at sea. I spot a lamb teetering on the edge of a rock face straining to reach the laden branches of a fig tree. Alarmed, I shout out; but the stray sheep has already leapt backwards, called by its shepherd to join the safety of the flock.

          How to get there:
          -A guided day trek with Toni Mereu costs €30 per person (including packed lunch). Easier routes are available.
          -To camp in Toni's pinnettus (no electricity, bathroom outside) costs €10pp per night.
          -To camp at Pietrino's costs from €7 a night. Bungalows start at €28. Eighteen new "pinnettu-style" bungalows open in June (€30 to €35 per person B&B).
          -Il Vecchio Mulino in Arbatax has doubles from €76 B&B.
          -EasyJet flies to Olbia from London Gatwick and Bristol.
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          SARDINIAN FLAVOURS IN TABERNA STYLE
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            from "The Japan Times" on 4th September 2009 by ROBBIE SWINNERTON

            Tokyo's love affair with Italian food and drink shows no sign of abating. In the bad old days — and they weren't that long ago ; finding a ristorante that was even half good might entail a trip across town and considerable expense. Now we're spoiled rotten for choice.

            Any neighborhood worth its salt has its own trattoria, osteria, enoteca or vineria, or at the very least a specialist Neapolitan pizzeria. And they're serving much more than generic, tourist-level pasta. Pick a region of Italy: The chances are you will find its cucina somewhere in the city. Sicily is well represented. So too is Sardinia, thanks to Tharros, a cheerful, bistro-style eatery in the heart of Shibuya.

            Tucked away on the ground floor of a new building behind Tokyu Plaza, Tharros opened in late 2007. Perhaps to avoid scaring people off, it merely terms itself a "taberna & bar Italiano." And indeed, you could easily just drop in for a simple pasta dinner, perhaps with a glass of generic red vino, without being aware that it has any regional affiliation. But you would be missing out, because Sardinian food is outstanding and ; like its history and culture ; quite distinct from that of mainland Italy.

            As the largest island in the Mediterranean after Sicily, Sardinia has long been a cultural crossroad. Influences have arrived (whether voluntarily or not) from the Middle East, southern France, Spain and North Africa. The name Tharros (for Anglophones, that's pronounced "Taross") is taken from an ancient port city, now an archaeological ruin, built by the Phoenicians on the island's west coast.

            Unlike its namesake, there's nothing archaic about Tharros. The display cases filled with antipasti and fresh ingredients are impeccable, as is the gleaming open kitchen. A few dried fish and salamis dangle above the counter to evoke a taberna feel. The dining room is done out in contemporary-rustic style, with blue-and-white ceramics affixed to whitewashed walls, wooden rafters spanning the ceiling and an arch across the entrance to an inner dining area.

            Homemade salsiccia, pork sausage, with oven-baked potato from EATPIA.COM

            Arriving on a Friday evening in the middle of summer, we were impressed by the clamor and buzz that filled the room. The tables are packed in close together and there wasn't a spare seat in the house. It may be noisy but at least it's not smoky. Tharros (as is standard throughout Italy nowadays) is entirely non-smoking.

            There's a special ¥6,500 set-course meal of Sardinian specialties (and also simpler meals at ¥3,500 or ¥5,000), but we decided to order a la carte. Mainly this was so we could try one of the supreme local delicacies, bottarga (preserved, dried fish roe; karasumi in Japanese) made not from the usual gray mullet but prepared from tuna roe.


            Salty, dense and almost translucent red, the fatty-rich roe is sliced into fine slivers and served with another rare Sardinian specialty, a flatbread known as pane guttiau. This traditional shepherds' wheat bread, also called pane carasau, is the size of an Indian chapati but baked crisp like a papadum. If you order the bottarga, it is is served plain, with butter on the side. We found them so moreish we ordered extra rations, which came seasoned with olive oil, salt and rosemary.

            We also enjoyed another distinctive antipasto from Sardinia, tuna "prosciutto," fine slices of tuna belly that have been cured much in the same way as Parma ham. Like the bottarga, this is also part of the Sicilian tradition, and Tharros serves a selection of Sicilian appetizers (¥1,200 for five small plates).

            Island style: With its rustic accents, Tharros' dining room is informal enough for a light meal but tasteful enough for a leisurely night out. YOSHIAKI MIURA PHOTO
            The pasta course is equally interesting. The selection of homemade pastas at Tharros includes culurgiones, a type of ravioli stuffed with creamed potato, cheese and mint; and gnocchetti sardi, mini gnocchi prepared with goat's milk pecorino cheese and covered with a thick ragu sauce. Delectable but hearty, this is a dish worth sharing between two, unless you are ravenously hungry.

            And then there is fregula, Sardinia's take on couscous. Much coarser than the North African version, the individual grains could almost be mistaken for pearl barley. The classic preparation offered at Tharros is sa fregula ai frutti di mare (¥2,200), topped with an appetizing selection of clams and other seafood and lightly cooked cherry tomatoes.

            Food like this demands good wine, and the wine list at Tharros offers plenty of choice. From Sardinia alone, there are a dozen each of white and red, supplemented by equal numbers from Sicily and mainland Italy. Most are well priced, in the affordable ¥4,000 to ¥6,000 range. We enjoyed the excellent Cala Silente, a fragrant white made from the indigenous Vermentino grape.

            YOSHIAKI MIURA PHOTO

            Among the main courses, the pan-fried swordfish is always reliable. Nor can you go wrong with the homemade salsiccia sausage (¥2,000), served with oven-baked cuts of potato. But we were less impressed with the lamb (¥2,600 for two small chops). They were flavorful but fatty, even though they had been cooked in authentic style over a piastra griddle.

            But overall, the cooking at Tharros is more than merely "authentic" in its ingredients and technique — it tastes right too. This is testimony to head chef Keitaro Baba. He's the dude wearing Johnny Cash black who you may spot back in the kitchen. Formerly at La Scogliera, a seafood-specialist ristorante in Akasaka, Baba spent several years working his way around Italy, including long stints in Sardinia, and still makes regular return visits to hone his recipes and gain inspiration.

            To our knowledge, Baba is the only chef in Tokyo preparing the classic Sardinian dessert known variously as seadas or sebadas. These pastries are deep-fried until their cases are golden-crisp and the filling of cheese is molten and creamy. Served sprinkled with castor sugar and a drizzle of honey, one of these is substantial enough to share between two. However, the chocolate and semolina pudding (¥750) you will want to hog all to yourself.

            Perhaps the best thing about Tharros is its lack of formality. You can settle in for a full-scale dinner with wine, grappa and all the trimmings. Equally, you can treat it as a place for a light meal after work, shopping or a movie. Or you can just drop in for an aperitif or two at the counter, perhaps with some appetizers from the special bar menu.

            THARROS -www.tharros.jp
            Location: Shibuya-SEDE Bldg 1F, 1-5-2 Dogenzaka, Shibuya-ku
            (03) 5489-8989


            Open: Lunch: 11:30 a.m.-2 p.m., Sat. from noon (last order 2 p.m.); cafe: 2-3:30 p.m.; dinner 6 p.m.-midnight (last order 10:30 p.m.), closed Sun.

            Nearest station: Shibuya (JR, Shibuya, Hanzomon, Denentoshi, Fukutoshin, Inokashira & Toyoko lines)

            How to get there: From Shibuya JR Station (West Exit), cross the bus rotary to Tokyu Plaza. Go down the street next to the Bank of Yokohama, then take the first side street to the right (toward Mark City). You will see the entrance to Tharros on the left after about 20 meters.

            Number of seats: 65

            Smoking: Completely non-smoking

            BGM: Italian pop music

            Price per head: Lunch from ¥1,050; dinner from ¥3,800, a la carte available

            Drinks: Aperitifs from ¥700; wine from ¥700/glass, from ¥2,800/bottle; digestifs/grappa from ¥500

            Credit cards: Major cards accepted

            Language: Japanese/Italian menu; a little English spoken

            Reservations: Highly recommended, especially on Fri. and Sat.



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