We get up by 09.00. Using the (cold) showers is more adventurous than ideal (or even "international"); the safest method is: take as little things as possible with you that are not to become wet, put the rest on the rafters of the roof, then push the button with your foot (or you won't get away in time and get the full cold load on your head) and stand right next to the jet, so that the right quantity of water splashes on you. It's not that bad that the toilets are of the French "a-hole-in-the-carpet" style, but it's really not necessary that they stink like they do.
It's impossible to run about in a T-shirt today, it's much too sweltering for that. You can almost cut the air with a knife. We pass the day with cliff climbing, swimming, and diving with yellow-pink kiddy-stylish goggles that Thomas purchased for 15 FF. In the afternoon it's trickling a bit, but it's not enough to soak us more than we already are from sweating. It doesn't cool, too, because water can only do that if it's able to evaporate, and it's only raining because there's no way for all the water to stay in the saturated air.
Galéria has mostly steep coast
And because we've performed very productively today we're rewarded with a quiet evening and an even quieter night.