Later in the day I moved inland aiming towards the Comtat, again the landscape was not particularly thrilling, with miles of sun blasted featureless landscape covered in acres of plastic sheeted greenhouses where imported labour toils to feed the hunger of northern super market chains for year round fresh products.Another carefree day, trundling slowly home north up the coastal roads was the prospect that tore me away from the peaceful idyll of Agua Amarga. It turned out to be a pleasant enough but unremarkable route, with plenty of resort developments that were too prevalent to be low-key, yet not concentrated enough to develop any discernable character.

Later in the day I moved inland aiming towards the Comtat, again the landscape was not particularly thrilling, with miles of sun blasted featureless landscape covered in acres of plastic sheeted greenhouses where imported labour toils to feed the hunger of northern super market chains for year round fresh products.

The last portion of the trip was the best, through Alcoy and heading up through the lovely lands of the comtat to hopefully another night of great wine and food at the Hotel L'estacio at Bocairent. So it proved. Mats remembered me from last time, and as before the bike was stashed securely in the courtyard and I luxuriated in my pleasant surroundings, a long bath and the superb evening meal. Hats off to the L'estacio.