Today is Wednesday. Last night the ground was not even and we didn’t sleep well, despite the silence and darkness of the Dutch camping. Anyway, we got up later than usual and prepared a bacon and eggs breakfast (I must thank our warmshowers hosts in Agen for getting me having pleasure eating eggs!). Was already past eleven when we cycled to the next town to buy food for the day. The next thing was to dip into the camping pool to refresh, bake two breads on our stove and plan the route to Andorra. When the sun start to get weaker we drunk the remaining of our white wine bottle while preparing a salad to eat at sunset. It was the end of our stay in this wonderful camping, and the end of this “last week diary” experiment. Hope you liked it. Life is experimental.

Today is Tuesday. What a perfect night in an hotel room. We follow the suggestion from the lady of this Morella lodging to get a local bread made with olive oil for our picnic. The day starts with a good climb of 400 meters where we divert from the national road to a local mountain road. Great pleasure to be alone on this narrow road, the landscape reminds of Serra da Estrela, above the treeline. We are now in Aragon. The inexistent road on openstreetmaps that we saw in a poster eventually exists and takes us next to a river with little water. A bridge and the transparent water crossing under it creates a pool impossible to resist. We stop the bicycles and slide into the water. Perfect. This road also saves us some kilometres and it’s 16 o’clock when we arrive to the La Fresnesda campsite. It’s a Dutch campsite we were told about ten days ago. Upon check-in, we are offered a beer and we can choose among three pitch places. There is a small pool where we dip before the shower. For dinner, the owners of the campsite prepared some tapas which we eat with white wine on the terrace of the bar. Life is wonderful.

Today is Monday. The road has more traffic than expected. Trucks from the same company cross in both directions every couple of minutes. We keep to the shoulder. The second breakfast is taken next to a small sanctuary.  Soon later we turn right and start climbing. We should turn left after four kilometres to a small road up to a pass. Four and half kilometres later we check the GPS and we passed the turn. Return. The small road is not a road put a path with very loose gravel and rocks. Impossible for us to climb 600 meters on that. The solution is to return to the road with the trucks. We are back to the shoulder of the road, one behind the other. After some time, the road starts to wave as it gets steeper, trucks keep passing while we see Ares del Maestrat with houses build on the stone at the top. We leave the trucks road and start sliding down. There are fences both sides of the road and it is not easy to find a place to wild camp. The sweat drips from our skin, our legs are sore of more than 1’000 meters climb today. Morella village presents in front of us at the top of the next hill. We know there are few hotels there. After more than seven hours cycling, the noise we hear is the sewing machine the lady is using in the breakfast room. No problem keeping the bicycles. Still a race to get to the supermarket before it closes and we end up with some tapas and ox tail for dinner. Life is hard.