Boyo it was a hot day today. The morning sun was impressive as it played on the cliffs around the campsite, but became oppressive soon after.
We were planning to get to Solsona today, which is described as a 'monumental town' on our map. Everything was going smoothly until about 1 o'clock when we stopped for lunch.
A recurring problem since Foix has been bread quality. A touring cyclist likes a baguette that's tough enough to survive being strapped to a bike, but soft enough to be a pleasant eat.
Today our lunch was the hardest and driest of all the dry lunches! Combined with the heat this created bad juju and as soon as we set our parched legs in motion again we were confronted by THE HILL.
This was bigger, longer, steeper, hotter, harder, drier and generally more bother than the Pyrenees all put together.
Eventually we got to the top of some obscure pass at 880m. Not a very nice surprise that climb. The descent was by no means worth the pain but welcome nonetheless.
It brought us straight into Solsona where we had a lovely chat to the woman in the Tourist Information. A day was almost booked paragliding but the weather didn't look good :(
Our camp was first class tonight with lots of stars for entertainment. I think I'm getting closer to an older way of life - we've nothing to do apart from tell stories and look at the sky in the evenings! Any suggestions welcome!
John and Ross
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