Fatcats....

They’ll tell you about the beauty of the island (true - the French call it l’ile de beauté) and the beauty of its women (often true - Laetitia Casta is half Corsican, as is the cute girl from our last hotel), they warn you about the local’s driving habits (too true! We drove, braked hard often, but luckily lived to tell the tale) and the population’s suspicion of foreigners (not true - most people were very friendly and a few people were not). But what no-one mentions and what I consider Cosica’s dirty secret ... (who am I? A total non-expert tourist-monkey, of course) are the FAT MEN! Local men are more often than not huge, with little or no hair, have a penchant for floral-patterned shorts and are often seen either chowing (eating is too elegant a word for it) or riding motorcycles that look like they are going to be swallowed by their huge bums. I know I’m getting gross and graphic, but it IS gross and graphic – a beautiful island filled with badly dressed, fat men that nobody warns you about - ugh. However, don’t let that little detail put you off! I'm just making an unqualified observation...