Today I hit the wall when climbing a tiny hill in the afternoon. My stomach was empty and my legs started to shake. I shopped for some food and paid about 20€. I was fed up and negative. In moments like these it is easy to forget what positive things happened during the day. The days are over much too soon, most likely because they are so full. In the evening I think about the day, maybe I write in my travel diary. Usually, or always, there are a couple of stories to tell. Today I woke up to a beautiful sunrise at the shore. I had had a bad night, was feeling sick and cold and had two nightmares. Horrible. When the sun rose I felt coming back to life again. I went to St. Tropez where the day also started slowly. Shops just began to open, but the harbor was pretty busy. I stumbled upon a graveyard with a view over the ocean. Went to the beach but froze because of the wind. Gave another beach a try because it is named Plage de Tahiti. This time the sun burned. I dipped into the water, still pretty cold. Then I took a couple of naps in the warm sunlight. Later I went towards the west and had that bad experience because I had not eaten properly. I recovered and descended into a very beautiful looking valley. I did not know what was coming up so that was a nice surprise. The valley is called La Plaine des Maures. So lovely. I found a spot besides the road and am sleeping under the stars again. The road is more busy then I had thought but that's ok. Better than another of those crowded camp grounds.