Roughing it on the beach! [I Love Sitting Around a Camp Fire]

Ricardo was good company for us the whole distance from Montserrat to Valencia, which we appreciated. He pulled into a truckstop just outside the city, one of those horrid motorway service stops (as the English call them) to let us out, suggesting we might get another trucker going south there.

We each kissed him a mixture of thanks and goodbyes and we got ourselves organised. Just before setting off, a young guy in a van shouted over asking if we needed a lift into the city. We saw his was a liveried van and we decided to go into Valencia.


The city is in the coast like Barcelona is, and we felt we were ahead of schedule, so we could have a visit there, maybe find some students we could stay the night with.

On the beach just on the edge of the city we found a group who had lit a bonfire, and we settled down for a few hours watching the flames kiss the moon.