Day 11: We set off from Alicante towards the Pyrenees. Sparky James May Pants has a friend/bloke/alien from outer space coming down to ride some tracks and trails with and then give him and his weary bottom a lift back to good old Blighty. Darren has run out of money due to his bike repairs and I fancy giving the motorways a miss for a few days. My bottom needs to go around some corners instead of just in a straight line otherwise it may fall off and that would be way too smelly! I'll miss those bears again of course but this time I'm in a third world country in Europe. Sorry Spain but I just say it as I see it. Maybe it's because of the driving and building standards are the same here as they are in Morocco. Anyway, when we stopped at lunchtime to have breakfast I broke the news to the other two. There was lots of wailing and moaning but once the waitress had got over the shock of having to actually serve someone Darren and Sparky accepted it was time to go our separate ways. They were going to stick to the motorways and I was heading into the mountains. The mountains were in the wrong direction so I headed back down them and set off towards Valencia. Just past Valencia I found a campsite which seemed like the Spanish equivalent of Bournemouth but at least it had a pool and bar. I pitched my tent on the obligatory concrete and then had a beer with Kenny in the bar. Kenny has got a static caravan on the site and to be honest I have no idea why. Bus shelters have better facilities but each to their own. Maybe Kenny was in Spain for the dental facilities as he had a cracking set of teeth that even stayed in his mouth sometimes. It was a quick drink! Early to bed tonight so I could be kept awake by the elderly and very deaf Spanish couples TV next door. Still at least the strong smell of ammonia coming from their direction seemed to keep the biting insects away. Give and take I guess.............