Nazare to Vana do Castelo
Not much sleep to be had last night, and not for any good reasons either
A visit to the seafront for a cheering up stroll. There's a lifeguard on a quad bike going up to folks on the beach and telling them to get back from the sea. Evidently this is one some of the worlds most liveliest coast and one of the most dangerous beaches, off which featured the highest ever recorded surfed wave some time back and there have been recent cases of folk swept away.
And so to a walk around the local market. On the way to said Market..
Locals at market. I thought Les Dawson was deed?
A whole load of fish going on..
So back to the hotel and tempers are a bit short for once. We load up and faff about a lot, and it's far from the slick operation that's developed over the past days together on the bike.
If I can offer some words of advice, the ideal way to motivate a female pillion to embark is not to use the words 'Oh just shut up and get on the back you silly tart' as this could be said to have a negative effect, resulting in folded arms and mutterings of disapproval. Eventually we negotiate a set off and some heavier than normal braking results in a thump in the back (well, a thump in the back protector that is. I like motorcycle gear )
We navigate through Oporto's crazy traffic..
And pop out the other side back to the fast roads. Evidently it's not only Spain that is suffering with fires at the moment..
We reach Vana De Castelo and everything has mellowed out again, quelled by the scenery. Probably using bribery of a white chocolate magnum helped as well.
The few days of Motorway on the older tyre have left it badly squared off, as square as a very square thing. Going to need to sort that one out fairly sharpish.
We sourced a cheap stop over hotel at 45 Euros via t'internet and headed in. What a very strange place; the reception was straight out of the seventies, all it was short of was the reception guy having platforms and crushed strawberry velvet loons; however when we got the rooms everything was ultra modern, superb comfortable bed, Home Cinema size Sony Flatscreen TV on the wall. Most odd. I've been to many hotels where the opposite was the case, but this was different. We approve, mind.
Fancy a bit, love?
Dinner was in form of a very nice Portuguese restaurant, The Three Potes. Mixed Fried Pork and Oven Roasted Kid Goat, featuring a Garden Salad the size of Welwyn Garden City.
'Hmmm.. Now, if I can just find a tyre dealer..'
Not much sleep to be had last night, and not for any good reasons either
A visit to the seafront for a cheering up stroll. There's a lifeguard on a quad bike going up to folks on the beach and telling them to get back from the sea. Evidently this is one some of the worlds most liveliest coast and one of the most dangerous beaches, off which featured the highest ever recorded surfed wave some time back and there have been recent cases of folk swept away.
And so to a walk around the local market. On the way to said Market..
Locals at market. I thought Les Dawson was deed?
A whole load of fish going on..
So back to the hotel and tempers are a bit short for once. We load up and faff about a lot, and it's far from the slick operation that's developed over the past days together on the bike.
If I can offer some words of advice, the ideal way to motivate a female pillion to embark is not to use the words 'Oh just shut up and get on the back you silly tart' as this could be said to have a negative effect, resulting in folded arms and mutterings of disapproval. Eventually we negotiate a set off and some heavier than normal braking results in a thump in the back (well, a thump in the back protector that is. I like motorcycle gear )
We navigate through Oporto's crazy traffic..
And pop out the other side back to the fast roads. Evidently it's not only Spain that is suffering with fires at the moment..
We reach Vana De Castelo and everything has mellowed out again, quelled by the scenery. Probably using bribery of a white chocolate magnum helped as well.
The few days of Motorway on the older tyre have left it badly squared off, as square as a very square thing. Going to need to sort that one out fairly sharpish.
We sourced a cheap stop over hotel at 45 Euros via t'internet and headed in. What a very strange place; the reception was straight out of the seventies, all it was short of was the reception guy having platforms and crushed strawberry velvet loons; however when we got the rooms everything was ultra modern, superb comfortable bed, Home Cinema size Sony Flatscreen TV on the wall. Most odd. I've been to many hotels where the opposite was the case, but this was different. We approve, mind.
Fancy a bit, love?
Dinner was in form of a very nice Portuguese restaurant, The Three Potes. Mixed Fried Pork and Oven Roasted Kid Goat, featuring a Garden Salad the size of Welwyn Garden City.
'Hmmm.. Now, if I can just find a tyre dealer..'