All was not lost though as there are two roads from Stintino towards Alghero – an old turny-wurny, sicky-wicky one and a new(ish) straighter(ish) one, tarmacked even. In a moment of consensus (minus a sleeping Karin, a negroni beyond caring) we took “the road less traveled”.
A diversion. An old road. Longer but freer. A byway, not a highway. Other than us, it was devoid of cars for fully thirty minutes of twists and turns through the darkness. It was a glorious distraction. And proved so when we arrived at the roundabout to rejoin the new road. Five seconds later than the coach.