A good traveler has no fixed plans and is not intent on arriving.
Not sure where this is, I think it might be Gurat but I'm not really sure. I'm really looking forward to getting GPS tagging on my camera-phone so I know where the photos are.
Finally, a campsite, and was I ready for it, it was about 5.30 when I finally stumbled upon it, eleven hours - a longish day. It was just near Gurat, run by English people, though they were just selling it. Perhaps its name, 'Le Petit Lion' was a clue. It was nice enough, quiet, with a swimming pool that I used wearing my undies. It was strange though, speaking English rather than French.
A dutch cyclist, following a Compostella route, rolled in later, he'd also had a 100km+ day.
Ate the remnants of my goats cheese bought a couple of day's before with some bread. My cherries had gone mouldy, so I only had two to eat, will need some Energy Bars to get started in the morning!