I left the Pyrenees mountains headed for Barcelona with the intention to ride south along the west coast before cutting across to Portugal. Two things changed my mind, namely the weather and the realisation that I wasn’t enjoying the hustle and bustle of the conurbations. I wanted to be back in the mountains.
I spent the night in Barcelona with the family that I met in Ordesa National Park – what a lovely evening! Josephine called a friend to get some advice about the best route for me to take to Porto. I was really chuffed that I made it to Mallos de Riglos (see photo below) before the rain kicked in. The rock faces up close were absolutely stunning!
My route from there took me via Pamplona, Logrona, Soria to Valladolid, where I spent Thursday night. Parts of the journey were fantastic and parts were on the motorway so nothing exciting. I was quite sad to have arrived in Valladolid so late because it looked like a fantastic city.
As I mentioned to my mom on Skype this morning, I’ve really liked the cities in Spain but I’ve found the smaller towns lack character or maybe they just look like they need a little love and attention. What is however fascinating are all the small hilltop towns or buildings dotted around the countryside. Some of them are abandoned but they did attract my attention.
My fondness for the Spanish cities is the opposite of what I found in the USA where I generally didn’t like the larger cities but loved the smaller cities and towns. It’s been an interesting observation.
Friday was a long day of riding. I started at 09:30 and finally stopped for the night at Casa do Outeiro at around 18:00. I had intended to stay in the Douro Valley but when I saw some fires I thought I’d keep going.
The Douro Valley is unbelievable! Unfortunately my photos don’t do it justice so please do yourself the favour and Google photos of the Valley. I saw an article on-line stating that the N-222 had been voted the best road in the world so this was where I was heading. The road was beautiful but it would not nearly make it to my No. 1. The road leading up to Pinhao however blew my mind. I was so overwhelmed that I needed to stop in Pinhao to catch my breath. Below are a few photos of the area.
Entering Portugal marked my 19th country by motorcycle, 18 of which have been on Trinity. I never imaged a year ago that I would be in this position. Sometimes I have to pinch myself. It’s been one hell of a year! Below marked my entity into Portugal.
Overall I have loved Portugal – the vibrant terracotta tiles, granite cobble streets, the amazing scenery, great roads and warm, wonderful people. It has been such a treat! Of particular note are the Sousa Guedes family who run the B&B where I stayed last night, Casa do Outeiro in Marco de Canaveses. More hospitable and lovelier people you cannot find. If you ever find yourself in this part of the world make sure you pay them a visit.
Tonight is sadly my last evening in Portugal. I’m staying in a town called Vila Nora de Cerveira which is just shy of the Spanish border. What a cute little vibrant town. Below are a few photos I took earlier. The last photo was a painting on the side of a municipal building. At about 4m high it is seriously impressive!
I may be leaving Portugal in the morning but it will be in my heart forever!
Mel & Trinity 