XXXIV. Last city at the sea

Captain’s Log: Saturday, 6 July 2019 Distance: Moncofa (09:30) – Valencia (15:15), 61km Accommodation: Airbnb Weather: Sun Today’s note to myself: If you make a decision, stick with it.

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In the morning I had once again breakfast at the beach, before I continued heading south.

After one failed attempt to find a way at the coast, which led to a dead end, I decided to take the other way, which led parallel to the highway. At some point though I thought, if that is the last day of travelling along the coast, then I would want to go along the coast. So I changed my path again, which caused me a detour of a couple of kilometres, but whatever, Valencia was not that far away anymore. I was at the esplanade again of a touristic town, when Google Maps tried to lead me over a closed road. I think, there was some sort of festival on the weekend, so I understand why it was not marked as closed on Google Maps, but it was still annoying, because I had to search another way around which also caused a couple of kilometres as detour. At some point I ended up on a “road” again, where I did not even know if I was allowed to go there. But nobody prevented me so I just went along, until I got to the coast again. According to Google Maps, there was a way at the coast which I was supposed to take. And I just got proven again that I seem to put too much trust into that app. This path I was following, was maybe made for good mountain bikes and mostly hikers I guess, but definitely not for trekking bikes with luggage. At some point I had to get off and push my bike horizontally, because I was not able to ride it there anymore.

Looking back, it does not look that bad, but believe me, it was. But at least the view was nice, and I got to the next esplanade in the next tourist area again. There I needed to go over some wood ways, and even though I was listening to music, I could hear the tires rolling over these wooden planks. But apparently other people were not able to. I admit, it might have not been a specific bicycle way, and you would not expect one there, but if I would hear something like my bike behind my back, coming closer, then I would at least turn around and take a look? Maybe the people around here are more relaxed or just do not like to think about stuff, but I often had to stop and wait until one group of people moved a bit to the side. Anyway, the last bit of the say I had to go alongside the highway again, because it was parallel to the coast. Google Maps tried to send me over a nonexistent bridge over the highway, but it found another way too. To its defense, it looked like there either had been a bridge at some point, or they build a bridge there at the moment. Once I arrived at the Airbnb, I went to the supermarket to get some food for cooking. I actually planned to go outside a little afterwards, but, as always, I had too much to eat, so I spent the rest of the evening relaxing. Tomorrow will be enough time for Sightseeing.