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The Residential Robalo at Sabugal!
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So far the weather has been absolutely faultless. Today is no exception. I am maintaining my goal of a Portuguese Tart in every village. (Please, please PJM don’t!). I try to get on the road by 8:30am given that I am dependent upon the earliest breakfast at 8am. I can but only feel sad
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Is another delightful quaint town with an almost intact fortress the walls of which from above look like a huge octagon all surrounded by an equally complex moat. There is inside the walls a secure village of narrow cobbled streets marred by the the motor car which is ubiquitous indeed omnipotent. At least the
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In total about 56km and 1000m climbing. Two rather strenuous and relentless hills, both of which I dismounted at times when the gradient was about 8 to 9%. A steel bike and a pannier added to the strain and load. The best part was after the first hill when I rode along the plateau for
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The day was most enjoyable especially as the first 16km were down hill! However it was at this stage that I discovered that the brakes were in need of adjustment as one needed an inordinate amount of squeezing to apply the brakes and even then the bike took a while to slow down! Disconcerting! So
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Note the understated cycle gear – the subtle charcoal grey pants, the matched orange jacket for warmth and safety. Not for me canary yellow leggings or lipstick pink booties which some of my apparently heterosexual cycle buddies insist on wearing. Here is my route for Day 1 And for a touch of colourful
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“Its proximity to the Spanish border means that this whole area of the Beira region is dotted with fortifications and hilltop villages, and Guarda is no exception. Indeed its very name is an indication of its ‘guarding’ role. It served its purpose well under the Duke of Wellington against the French in the Peninsular War
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This remarkable bookshop was introduced to me on a a Trip Advisor 5 star rated “free walking tour”of Porto. Now any accountant or reputable financial planner would immediately tell you there is no such thing as a free lunch let alone a free walking tour of any attraction or city. Legally I am sure one
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The Bargueiro Tapas cafe down by the dock! An Amazing find! Stumbled upon it! Pork in red wine. The meat melted in the mouth! Sardines – I baulked at eating the heads! Stuffed mushrooms! Ham and cheese and baked! Now I will be a devil, throw caution to the wind and