Odo 1808. Immediately after leaving Arles I entered the Parc National de Camargue. It’s the delta-area (estuary) of the Rhone river, which flows into the Mediterenean sea through various branches. The land is completely flat and very similar to many places near where I live, since my country merely consists of sediments that have been deposited there through the ages by the rivers Schelde, Meuse and Rhine. So I felt at home. Reeds growing along canals, poplar trees with their leaves rattling in the wind (which I had in the back this time!), large agricultural fields and small white herons (which I seldom see at home). Sometimes a house, picked from a van Goch painting. I made quick progress and reached Aigues Mortes at noon. I had lunch on the central square of this historic town, which used to be on the shore, the lighthouse still standing tall on the city walls. But the sediments of the river already have moved the shore seaward and it was still 5 kms to Port de Crau before I touched the blue waters of the sea. I followed the coastline westward, along the very touristic beaches of La Grande Motte before turning north to ride the last 10 kms into Montpellier. When I finally reached the centre, (which is not easy for a cyclist, I even entered an underground parking garage at a certain moment)  I found the tourist office on the splendid location of the junction of the Esplanada and the Place de la Comédie. A magnificent place, surrounded by beuatiful 19th century architecture and with thousands of people just strolling around, meeting each other, seeing and being seen, young students at the opening of the academic year, really fantastic musicians and acrobats. I spent the rest of my day there, very nice place to be. In the tourist office I was helped by some "seasonières", stagiairs, they could have been my students. Young and unexperienced, but they were as helpful as they could be. Together we found out that there was no campsite anywhere near, so they found me a cheap hotel very close by. There my bike could be stalled in the breakfast kitchen. In the morning during breakfast it had to be removed into the reception, which was completeley blocked by it. Very charming altogether. Fortunately I was one of the first to leave the next morning, and no one complained. On the contrary, I was asked many questions and was sent on the road again with lots of " Bon courage".