After a nice relaxing dip in the campsite swimming pool and good old pasta and sauce, I retired to my bed. Not the most comfortable campsite as I was sleeping on gravel. My sleeping mat has developed a tendency to deflate during the night leading to a very uncomfortable wake-up call.
The day started hot and sunny and stayed like that for the rest of the day. Starting back on the N340 I headed in the direction of Barcelona.
The N340 is busy at the best of times but I’d managed to catch the morning rush hour just perfect. After a while you begin to block out the endless noise of traffic going past but it did start to give me a bit of a headache.
I made a big mistake and ate dinner too early. Way too early, I stopped in Salou for a McDonalds. I knew it had one because I’d been there once or twice before. It’s a hideous town full of tourists but it has a pretty decent theme park nearby.
Luckily, but not before tackling Tarragona, I headed off the N340 on to the quitter C31. This would take me a less direct but prettier route along the coast to Barcelona It also took me directly to the campsite I’d had in mind.
At one point the road is perched on the side of the cliff as it swooped in and out of the coves. Would have been much more enjoyable if I’d had a place to ride but I was in with the traffic and the closer to Barcelona the heavier it got.
I arrived at my campsite in Gava, just 12km south of Barcelona, the closest campsite to the city.