Sardinia, A Ghost Town and a Cyclone

Argentaria Sardinia

It was grey in the morning. Very grey. Very grey indeed. So there was no reason to stay long in Stintino and instead of hanging around for the day as we had originally planned we set off immediately on the next stage of our journey to Alghero.

In view of the weather there really wasn’t much point in going directly to Alghero either so we studied the map and identified a couple of places on route that might be worth taking a look at on the way.

Under steel grey skies, the colour of battleships, we drove south until we took the turn for the village of Argentiera and headed towards the coast and took a soaring, sweeping road  that reached as high as the lowest cloud that finished at a dead-end at the abandoned works of an old silver mine because Argentiera is one of Italy’s estimated twenty thousand ghost towns and villages.

There are several reasons why Italy has so many abandoned villages, such  as harsh living conditions often without modern amenities and services, natural calamities such as landslides, earthquakes and floods and massive emigration flows triggered by the appeal of a better life in larger cities or overseas. Argenteria became a ghost town when its mining industry collapsed and closed for good in 1963, now just a handful of people live there solely to run a couple of bars for the tourists that occasionally drop by.

Argenteria Ghost Town Sardinia

From the hills we dropped down into the town and drove through the neglected and pot-holed village piazza with a solitary defiant palm tree in the centre, along damaged roads next to bricked up houses and through the rotting, crumbling corpse of the old mine works.  In the fifty years since closure roofs have collapsed, timbers have split and splintered, windows have disappeared and metal has rusted and flaked away.

They say the village is haunted of course by all the miners who lost their lives in the harsh and dangerous conditions in which they worked tackling a seam of silver seventy metres beneath the ground and with shafts extending under the sea and the stories are embellished now by the creaking timbers and the cracking stones which contribute an eerie ambiance to the place.

The sky wasn’t grey any more, it was chalky white and the rain had slowed to a light drizzle so, living dangerously, we parked next to a collapsing cliff face and walked across the shingle beach to a small bar tucked in one sheltered corner and on a day such as this the young girl working there alone seemed pleased to see us and have some temporary company.  It was a curious place and it felt almost surreal sitting under cloudy skies, on a beach, drinking coffee in a completely abandoned village.

We left shortly after that and made our way next to Capo Caccia a few miles further south.  Capo Cacchia is an imposing limestone promontory about three hundred metres high and with good views in all directions.  There are some underground caves to visit but on account of the weather almost everyone else in the area had abandoned the beaches for the day and were looking for alternative entertainment and had chosen to come here instead.

Parking was a nightmare and we were forced to leave the car in a precarious position on the bend of a narrow road under a crumbling limestone cliff which was clearly regularly shedding lumps of rock and I naturally worried about that.  We might have visited the underground grotto but to get there meant negotiating six hundred and fifty  slippery and crowded steps so we collectively decided against it.

This is what it would have looked like…

Neptune's Grotto Alghero Sardinia

Much like any other underground grotto then!

Secretly, I was glad about that decision and the opportunity to move the car and now we drove directly to Alghero and our seafront hotel where there was a lobby area full of damp and miserable people.

It wasn’t raining when we stepped out of the main door and began the one mile walk to the city centre but some people had been paying closer attention to the weather forecast than we had and all along the route we were pestered by lookie-lookie men who saw this as an opportunity to shift their stock of cheap umbrellas.  At some point during the morning the weather warning had turned to red (very serious indeed) a full emergency, apparently Sardinia was due to be hit by a cyclone sometime later in the day.

Yes, that’s right, a cyclone, a holidaymakers nightmare but a bloggers dream!

To be honest it was really quite miserable and the temperature was steadily dropping  and then as we sat at a street side bar it started to rain, only steadily at first but then it began to get heavier and we had to make a dash back to the hotel.

We were still unaware of the impending weather disaster when we went out for evening meal but luckily we only went across the road from the hotel because part way through the meal the storm out to the west hit land and brought with it howling gales, rain of truly biblical proportions and an electrical storm that created an entertaining light show over the hills of the interior.

The rain thrashed down, water flowed down the street and collected in puddles as big as glacial lakes, the angry sea thrashed itself into frothing foam like a good cappuccino and attacked the beach, the wind tugged at the plastic blinds of the restaurant and threatened to tear them permanently away from the metal frames, the lightning filled the sky and the thunder drowned out our conversation.  Any thoughts of leaving the restaurant to go back to the hotel were pointless because we would have been soaked through in seconds.

We ordered more beer!

The restaurant staff told us that this was a Mediterranean cyclone and they are apparently quite rare as there have only been one hundred reported cyclones in seventy-five years.  The bad weather was likely to last for a day or two and everyone was quite disappointed by that.  I tried to cheer them up by suggesting that we were really very lucky because seeing a Mediterranean cyclone it seems is even rarer than seeing the Northern Lights and we had once travelled all the way to Iceland to see those.

My travelling companions however were not convinced.

Have you ever been caught in very, very bad weather?

Alghero Sardinia


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Drogarati Cave and Blue Lagoon, Kephalonia

Cueva del Aguila, Spain

Altimira Caves, Spain

Blue Lagoon, Capri

Krakow, Wieliczka Salt Mine


41 responses to “Sardinia, A Ghost Town and a Cyclone

  1. Bad weather during travels? Yep! Sandstorms, torrential rain, turbulent seas, snow and more. Sadly I didn’t always have the chance to order beer, let alone more beer. 🙂


  2. We have some pretty terrific storms during the winter. I rather enjoy them staying at home with some hot soup and a good book. The other alternative being the one you came up with… ordering more beer! 😉


  3. Agreed very fortunate from a story perspective to have a cyclone! Not so much for the actual travel. In 1994, on our very first trip away without our kids, we experienced a hurricane in Cuba. Similar to your thinking we had more drinks. 🙂


  4. Wow that’s one cool photo!

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  5. Oh yeah – driving up a mountain to get to Klagenfurt, Austria – in 1972 – winter – had no chains on car tires, thought I’d get up, across and down no problem – then it started to snow fast, slippery up further ahead and on top roadworks…no one there not even ghosts…bit my lip and pressed on – by the time I reached Klagenfurt my heart sank somewhere deep…from then on I kept to main roads 🙂


  6. A bloggers’ dream? Not sure if fancy being stuck in one! That ghost town looked more my cup of tea though, would love to sit in a bar there and wander around taking photos. I can’t believe there are 20,000 in Italy.


  7. We were in New York state and our sightseeing in Hyde Park had made us late for the Adirondacks where we had a paid-for night in Saranac Lake. As soon as we entered the heavily wooded area the sun went down and rain began to fall, but we still had hours of driving. The roads and signage were sketchy at best and in the pouring rain and howling wind, more than once, we discovered we’d left the road and traveled up a driveway. We arrived at the rental office very late at night and were soaked to the skin in a quick dash to the attendant. We got keys and instructions to the house we were renting. With rain still pouring we blew off trying to bring in the luggage and crawled into bed without the benefit of clean teeth or a pair of pjs. I woke first and wandered down to the kitchen to find an amazing screened-in back porch. A remarkably serene vista of the lake pulled me out on the porch and I stayed there for about an hour just soaking in the beauty. It was the calm after the storm, in this case.


  8. The upside: it cleared out the street so you could get that fabulous shot. My worst weather – a winter in Ukraine, iced sidewalks, ice wind, icy breath, ice on the doorstep. I am happy to sit now where it is 70 degrees F.


  9. I’ve never been caught in very, very bad weather, but when I do I hope that you’re there to buy a round. Cheers!


  10. I’ve missed reading your blog, Andrew. Always so stunning and full of knowledge to read up on! The grey weather adds on to the flavours ghost town. And an extra beer or two is definitely right in that kinda weather. 🙂


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  12. Exciting. I love storms. We were in one in a tent on a mountaintop.

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  13. I would thoroughly have enjoyed a wander round the ghost town with my camera, Andrew. So far I have steered well away from really bad storms.


  14. Holidays, eh? You never know what’s coming next 🙂 🙂 A bit on the grey side here today but happily no sign of a cyclone.


  15. Howling rain at beach resort in Ixtapa Mexico that kept me and my 3 boys in all day (no bueno); torrential rain and flash floods in Palm Springs (but Lincoln Navigator was high enough), lightning strikes while fishing on Lake Mead near Las Vegas (had to retreat to the weeds to avoid getting struck; finace’s hair went straight up after nearby strike while holding his titanium fishing pole), and many more because I tend to go to tropical climes. Have you been to Matera?


  16. A waiter once drove us back to our hotel because it was so wet! And the small matter of the road getting washed away in Tibet.


  17. My bad weather experience was in Santanilla del Mar in October in early 1960 where we’d gone to see the Altamira Caves on our way back to the UK and we’d booked to stay at the Parador overnight. The rain poured in torrents and flooded the town, cutting roads in and out of Santanilla completely so we had to stay there for 3 days. The Parador (since changed, I believe) was a once-convent and an out of season nun-like cell was the most unwelcoming bedroom one can imagine. No restaurants open in town, everything closed up so we were marooned in the Parador for the entire time. Thank heavens the bar was functioning and we never ran out of wine but it’s an experience I’ve never forgotten and one I don’t ever want to reprise.


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