A lazy day for us. We slept in, enjoyed a long lunch on the beach and finished early just outside of Denia, a busy seaside town with ferries to the party island of Ibiza and plenty of British pubs. After speaking almost only German yesterday, it seems this may be where the British invasion of Spain begins. The campground we found, Los Pinos, is almost entirely filled with Brits, although the atmosphere here is quiet, laid back and very affordable, despite being right on the beach. It’s a world away from the overpriced expat haven we found outside Barcelona earlier in the trip. We stopped early to give us a chance to clean our bikes and wow, did they ever need it. Our chains were encrusted with dirt. The bikes sound a lot better now and hopefully our cleaning will extend the life of some parts.