Compared to yesterday, this was a pretty uneventful day with the route taking Thomas out of the stormy mountains to skirt Barcalona then along the coast to just North of sunny Benidorm.

Thomas had set his sat nav to minor roads as he always did and often the tarmac would turn to cobbles, dirt tracks or even Donkey paths. On this occasion he wished he hadnt. Along the way the tarmac once again turned to a stoney, dusty track surrounded by farmers fields, mostly growing oranges. The track became narrower and bumpier until Thomas and his bike who he had now named ‘Nomads bro’, found themselves deep in an orange grove with no way through. As the track was narrow with over hanging orange trees he found it a struggle to turn the heavily ladened bike around. In the 30′ heat and with beeds of sweat running down his nose he eventually succeeded and escaped.

After redirecting himself and Nomad they both arrived safely at the coastal campsite.

As always, Thomas drove around the site and inspected the shower facilities, grounds and where best to pitch. The surface of the pitches was gravel. After the long, hard ride, Thomas was not looking forward to sleeping on the hard ground. He inquired at reception for alternative accommodation. The owner also being a GS rider very knidly offered him a sea view, 2 bedroomed appartement with a 50% discount for being a fellow rider. ‘Result’ he thought and paid willingly upfront in preperation for tomorrows early start.

That night, Thomas enjoyed Spanish tapas in the very modern campsite wine bar whilst looking out to sea.