A good traveler has no fixed plans and is not intent on arriving.
Suddenly I was seeing more people a couple, a family with children, it was obvious I was nearing civilisation.
God, a road. Cars. It was definitely a bit strange. I'd thought I'd go up the 2km to the Refugio de Vielha and perhaps see Juanjo since he was planning to come from Benasque in one day without the overnight. But frankly I couldn't face walking up the road so I tried hitchhiking. After 20 minutes I was still there, so I crossed the road and tried hitching down instead. No luck. So now I simply crossed to whichever ever side of the road had a car on it and eventually a van going down stopped for me. Fate I decided.
So, suddenly I was speeding away from the Pyrenees and sort of regretting it, but I had to be back in Barcelona in a couple of days so I could catch a train to Alicante to visit friends and eat too much.
Joder que la vida es dura - life is hard.