We left Portugal and entered Spain at Miranda do Douro. Time jumped forward an hour, the hills grew low and gentle, the post boxes changed colour (I posted some postcards with Portuguese stamps on the Spanish side, but I'm told they turned up eventally) and the Douro river became the Duero as we continued to follow it east ( Read more... )

It was raining the next morning, which is such an unusual event it made the national news. I walked around the village, taking photos, petting some of the regional mountain sheepdogs and buying souvenirs (including a sticker for my top box...with a dog on it), then deployed my waterproof overtrousers for the day ahead.


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I like to invest in a Michelin map for holidays, because they helpfully put a green border along the scenic routes. Today was all green borders along wiggly lines, as we averaged around 30 stunning miles per hour ( Read more... )

We hadn't booked for the next few nights, wanting to see where the mood took us as we headed back towards Spain and the ferry home. We'd have liked another night in our cabin in the vineyard (there was a pool, and our hosts had promised us wine), but it was booked, so I reserved an AirBnB in Tomar called the Casa do Aviador ('a tribute to Sacadura ( Read more... )

After a fabulous breakfast buffet (if you can have cake for breakfast, always have cake for breakfast) and another swim, it was time to check out of our temporary life of luxury. After buying some postcards in the gift shop, where the assistant waved some with an older photo of the hotel and told me "This is from the James Bond time ( Read more... )

Today we were leaving our James Bond apartment for a James Bond hotel. We were very offended to wake up and find it was raining, but it had stopped by the time we set off south to Estoril, near Lisbon. Wildfires were still burning and there had been motorway closures, but although the sky was still hazy and there were burnt trees beside the road, ( Read more... )

We ate breakfast watched by a small and apparently very angry turtle in a tank on the dining-room windowsill. Two kittens appeared as I was checking out, and started playing with the laces of my motorcycle boots ( Read more... )

There are worse places to wake up on your 47th birthday than Astorga. We explored a little (after coffee and pastries in the hotel bar) before getting underway ( Read more... )

I got up at 6:45am UK time (after a very good sleep) to find some coffee, then we headed on deck to watch Santander arrive simultaneously with the sunrise ( Read more... )

What with One Thing And Another™, my partner and I hadn’t done a motorcycle trip in mainland Europe (an annual occurrence pre-COVID) since 2019. I’d been looking forward to this one for months ( Read more... )