My night at the truck stop was without event, and I head off early. The scenery is still nice as I approach Barcelona. I decide to try and park near the Castell de Montjuic. I remember this region as being quiet and a good place to try and free camp. I set the destination in my satellite navigation unit and it takes me there without problem. I do a few laps, all looks good and I park at a level spot with beautiful views that would command the highest real estate price in Barcelona. Only of course I get to stay for free. The spot is very elevated, so I jump on the bike and wiz down the hill into the city.
I have a massive buzz from being back in Barcelona, which is still my favourite city. I rode up the Rambla, and back down through the Gothic quarter. I secured my bike and took a walk around. I am going to the Grand Prix on Friday, and called the ticket company to find out where my camping ticket was. They said there had been a problem with the order and I do not have a ticket. Several places are selling entry tickets, and someone advised me that I can probably buy a ticket at the event.
I grabbed some food and rode out to the beach. I ate and bought a beer from a guy selling them on the beach. There was a small onshore wind which was causing a little wave. A couple of guys where doing a good job of catching what was there.
After my food and drink I jumped on my bike and rode a long way east, along the beachfront. I had not been that far before. My bike has been perfect for exploring Barcelona. Bikes are much more suitable here than in Madrid.
After exploring for a good time I road back across town and up towards Montjuic, where I am parked. When I got back to the van I noticed that two cars that are parked at the end of the road have big yellow stickers saying the vehicles are considered abandoned as must be moved. This didn’t put me off. A Spanish guy in a motorhome has parked close to me. He moves on soon after I arrive though. I take another bike ride around a park close to the van. On my way back I see a police car, which has passed my van, which makes me feel more confident about parking here.
In the evening I catch up with my travel notes, which are long overdue. Some young guys are girls are socialising with their cars near me, but give no cause for concern.
