Phantastic scenery, and Thomas :-)
Enough water today - and Thomas's plastic cup
Well, this day's march is short, but nevertheless goes over hill and dale and over hedge and ditch, and it's partly alpine. Sometimes it's useful to be free from giddiness (I'm mostly). We reach Col de Bavella, a small village at a pass road, at 17.20. One quick view at the small shop shows "boissons frais" (chilled drinks); we make our strike immediately and buy cool drinks for now and food for the next three days.
There's no such thing as a camp ground, and passing the night in the Auberge costs the special hiker price of only 160 FF, but a landlord agrees with us putting up our tent behind his établissement (right next to the drainage pit), at least that's what a young woman coming out of the kitchen tells us - in German! Right after we have put up our tent and when we are having dinner another woman enlightens us on the fact that this is a natural park territory and that the premises are not private property, so the general camping prohibition is effective here. Even the houses of the residents are just being tolerated. She advises us to move to the old chapel where overnight camping is being tolerated by the officials. We can live with that; the drainage pit is not a good neighbor anyway.
So we move to the old chapel, pitch our tent (once again) and lie down
after we have lent our cork-screw (Thomas's swissmade pen-knife) to an
Italian (which gives us a mouthful of wine each). A