In these parts the track was not well signposted and it became really hard to follow as did the instructions from the guide-book. The only thing left was to rely completely on the GPS but I must say that I sometimes thought that the issuer of the track data never actually had walked there himself, or if he had, it must have been many years ago. I had a very hard time making my way in rough terrain, passing creeks and barbed wire fences, and an odd gate that closed off an entire dirt road.

I think that I approached Laroles on an unnecessary difficult path, but that’s life on the road, sometimes things don’t work out as planned and you have to find alternatives that work equally well. But it was a bit worrying that for two days in a row now I had nearly run out of daylight.

In the end I made it to upper Laroles and there was a camp site that also had cabins to let. After having made myself comfortable in a spacious fully equipped cabin I had dinner at the camp-site restaurant. There was a panorama window twenty meters wide facing a valley where the rocks and the farmland were glowing red in the light from the setting sun. Awesome as the Americans say.

The television showed some kind of opera festival. I had a very tasty evening meal and felt really good after a hard day’s work.