Today everything is going very relaxed. No stage today, just a 500 kilometre trip to Perpignan. The journey there is best described as dull, extremely dull. De landscape changes from the green Alpes to a dry desert-like and flat terrain. Everything starts to look like Spain more and more and the temperature increases to uncomfortable high levels.

The camping is just like everything else very Spanish-ish, including noisy cicades, who will without doubt turn up their volume when the night falls.

Ah well, tomorrow we’ll leave for the Pyrenees. Derk is a little less enthusiastic about that environment; it’s going to be a couple of very hard days for him.