The successive troubles prevent me from getting to the stage planned.

After other incidents that still look at me, I arrive at Lanslebourg. 10 km separate me from the lodging where the others arrived, where a hot meal was months aside for me. But it is 9pm and by SMS, Daniele reminds me that the regulation of the SunTrip forbids us to circulate after 9pm. I need an accommodation: I turn my head, a youth hostel is extending my arms to the other side of the torrent. No hot meal, but a nice gite, my bike sleeps in the middle of lettuce and curly.