10k after Quillan, I turned west onto a small a road leading up another narrow gorge and camping seemed far away. However, shortly after I was lucky to be able to pull off the road in a bend - close to the road but enough trees/bushes to hide me and surely nobody would come fishing in the rain at this late hour. Once again, I was wondering why so many people spend their holidays in this region where the weather is either steeming hot or overcast and rainy...