That evening I’d met an experienced bicycle tourer from Canada. He said he’d been cycling tours since 1986 through most of Europe, Asia and the Americas. He was in Barcelona just for a few days but wasn’t touring, just cycling to and from the city. He didn’t seem very interested in my trip, he wanted to tell me “One time when I was in……â€. This went on for some time.
I also met a nice young Australian couple who had bought a cheap ford transit from the UK and had spent three months driving it around Europe. We spent most of the evening chatting and they gave me a seat to sit on. Oh how I miss a seat!
I slept badly after thunderstorms most of the night. I woke to the a few spots of rain. Packed my stuff up and was off. I’d only just left the campsite when It started to rain really heavy. I ended up on a busy three lane carriageway in rush hour in the pouring rain which was a bit nerve wrecking. I’d never felt so vulnerable. Although according to t
he signs cyclists were allowed on this road.
After a quick cycle up and down La Rambla in the centre of Barcelona I carried on along the cost. It was still raining at this point although it had slowed slightly. The coast road isn’t very pretty. They’ve tried to make it nice but there are railway lines that separate the sea front from the towns.
I then headed to one of the worst towns since Salou, Lloret de Mar, with its fish and chips and pubs called The Red Lion, I sailed on through as quick as I could. I thought Tossa de mar would be the same but it wasn’t a little more pleasant, so I stopped for a Menu Del Dia for 8 Euro 50 Cents.
I then carried on up onto the cliffs to follow the coast road to Saint Feliu d Guixois. Another road perched on the edge of a cliff. It would go steep up, then steep down, then steep up, etc, etc for what seemed like an eternity. Eventually, I reached my destination and booked into the expensive one and only campsite.