Hiking Faia Brava

Today we took a Sunday stroll through the Faia Brava reserve, heading south, crossing the river and going up the other side of the valley to the village of Cidadelhe, then back again.  It was a beautiful sunny day all day, as we’ve become used to, and it got pretty warm in the afternoon but it wasn’t unbearable (apparently it gets to 40 degrees here a lot in the summer – think we have to leave before then!).

The wildflowers are looking as amazing as ever, the insects are busying around and the birds tweeting away as usual.

Butterfly

Butterfly

On the way out, we came across the herd of Garrano horses. They are largely wild here and only taken in every few years to be branded and counted, but they didn’t seem to mind us being around and came pretty close without getting nervous.

Gerrano horses with foal

Garrano horses with foal

They walked right past us!

They walked right past us!

A little later, one of the wild maronesa cows ran across the track ahead of us with two calves in tow! They were a lot more wary than the horses and ran off into the bushes. They’re huge dark cows with big horns, the closest breed to the extinct Aurochs that used to occur here naturally. Apparently they don’t get herded and branded because it’s pretty much impossible to catch them! One died last year on the reserve but the vultures feasted on it before the cause of death could be established. The rest of them seem to be doing well now though.

Mummy cow

Mummy cow

Baby cows!

Baby cows!

It was warming up when we met the road and wound down the switchbacks to Union Bridge to cross the Coa, so we stopped for a sandwich in the shade and watched the fishermen.  We also saw a terrapin in the water. Then we had to slog up the switchbacks on the other side before going back on the trail to the village.

Down to the Coa

Down to the Coa

We lost the trail for a bit and ended up doing a detour but made it to the village for lunch in the shade as a local man and woman tried to talk to us in Portuguese as we had to do a lot of “Desculpe, eu não entendo”. The man got a map out and showed us the way to the campsite, which was nice of him, then he waved us on our merry way back.

On our way out of the village we heard a bird in the trees making a ‘woob woob’ sound and we saw him with his crested head, which he bowed down to make the noise.

Woob bird

Hoopoe (Upupa epops)

Lovely trail

Lovely trail

When we were almost back at camp, we came across one of the seasonal ponds that is coated in non-native algae. The frogs were enjoying themselves bobbing around on the floating plants and we sat and watched them for a bit. Ribbit!

Ribbit

Ribbit

Jumping frogs!

Jumping frogs!

Dave’s hayfever was really bad after all that trail hiking!  In search of new medication tomorrow.  Other than that, we had a lovely relaxing evening and ate tasty egg fried rice for dinner before bed.  We even saw a lizard hanging out by the rocks at camp.

Campsite lizard

Campsite lizard

Up close and personal

Up close and personal

– Anna

Saturday chill out

We slept pretty well in the end last night! This morning we had breakfast with Neik and Johanna, then we went to meet Pedro. Johanna decided to go to see the ruins near Figuera de Castelo de Rodrigo, which meant me and Anna could get back to Algodres in the van, hurrah! Still haven’t heard from Johanna, hope she hitchhiked ok…..

Once we got back to Algodres we dropped the van keys at Johanna’s got our bikes and headed back to the reserve. Our plan of doing a long hike today was scuppered by the late start, so instead we decided to just have a chilled out day near the campsite. We did some washing, Anna did yoga on the groundsheet of the tent (so dedicated), and I went for a short walk to the river to see if I could see some vultures. I did see some, but they nest on the opposite side of the valley, so they’re very hard to make out!

Laundry (never ends!)

Laundry (never ends!)

Vulture

Vulture

Bug

Bug

We’ve come back to Algodres this evening to shop for tomorrow’s food. We decided we will DEFINITELY go for that long walk tomorrow so we need everything sorted out tonight so we can get an early, cool start!

– Dave

Best laid plans

Today we woke up in the peaceful Faia Brava reserve campsite. No road noise, no light pollution, just the birds and the breeze! And the stars in the night were spectacular – there was no moon so we could see the whole milky way.

We rode down the 3km dirt track into the village of Algodres to meet Pedro, who was giving us and Johanna a lift into town, to save us the 3 hour walk. We all squeezed into his great little Renault 4 GTI and puttered along to the office.

The office has a little room for the interns and Dave, Johanna and I joined Niek and Tiago in there for the day. Niek is working on finding the best way of reforesting the reserve and Tiago is developing a monitoring strategy for the regrowth of Cork Oak and Holm Oak. They both told us about their projects and Dave helped Tiago with some mapping work whilst I did some research for Neik. Neik has some tree seedlings growing in the nursery at the campsite, so we’ve been given the task of keeping them watered for the next few days! It’s nice to be able to lend a hand whilst we’re here.

Intern box

Intern box with Neik, Tiago and Johanna

Dave and I also tried to sort out the next stage of our travels to Switzerland. We need to get trains there to arrive in time but there are lots of trains that don’t allow bikes and it’s proving difficult!

In the evening, Pedro came back to the office and we thought it was time to go home, but he was staying out for dinner, so we all went to Neik and Tiago’s house near the office to cook and eat tortilla and salad and have nice chats about nature and culture. Around 11pm we went back to meet Pedro but they were still on their bird course, just about to go out to listen to night birds! He lent the three of us his van to drive back to Algodres, but it only had two seats and after going about 500 yards, we got stopped by the police for taking a passenger in the back! They were really nice about it and we didn’t have to pay the €120 fine, but that was the end of the journey, so we had to skulk back to Neik and Tiago’s house and ask to stay over! Thankfully they had a room spare with three beds in it, so we collapsed into bed around 1am. Perhaps we’ll cycle the 15km to the office on Monday.

– Anna

Camera traps and transects

Today was our first full day in the Faia Brava reserve. We spent it with Anna, a Masters student, who is investigating the carnivorous mammals within the reserve. Today she was collecting camera traps that she and her colleagues had set, as well as conducting transects to find and record the droppings of carnivorous species. Anna’s supervisor and a friend came along to help out. Johanna who we stayed with last night, also came along to check out Anna’s project. Everyone walked up to the reserve from Algodres, the village where we stayed, a distance of about 3 km. Anna (Heslop) and I planned to camp in the reserve tonight, so we rode our bikes with all our gear up the gravelly track ahead of the others and got our tent set up by the time they arrived. After that we all set out on foot to find the cameras.

Into the reserve

Into the reserve

It took a loooong time to find the first camera, the only one that Anna hadn’t placed herself. It was a great opportunity to get to know the reserve and enjoy the beautiful display of late spring flowers. They will be gone in a few weeks as the temperature continues to rise, so we wanted to make the most of them!

The searchers

The searchers

Poppy

Poppy

Assorted flowers (ok I don't know what they all are)

Assorted flowers (ok I don’t know what they all are)

Yay, we found a camera!

Yay, we found a camera!

Psammodromus algirus

Lizard (we think Psammodromus algirus)

Cork oak with cork removed

Cork oak with cork removed

After we found the first trap we stopped for lunch. Anna’s supervisor had brought two rucksacks with her, and over lunch we realised why. She had brought enough food to share stuff with everyone! After what turned out to be a big lunch we moved on to the cameras that Anna had set herself, and we found two in quick succession. At that point we started walking the transects. We were basically walking the paths between the cameras looking out for poo from carnivorous mammals. Once we found some appropriate poo it was measured, GPS marked, bagged and tagged. I say we; to be honest Heslop and I were pretty useless, but Anna and her supervisor were right on it.

Logging the logs

Logging the logs

After a few poo transects it was about three in the afternoon. We planned to join the Canadian documentary team again this evening to visit some of the rock engravings, so we said bye to the researchers and headed back to the tent. From here we grabbed our bikes and rattled back down the track to Algodres.

To the village!

To the village!

We had showers and cooked some food at Johanna’s house, then walked the 2 kilometres to the pickup point for the rock engravings trip. Sadly when Pedro the Co-ordinator turned up he had bad news – there wasn’t room in the van for us. So hopefully we can go next week instead! Pedro gave us a lift back into town and we chatted on the way back about the species that Anna had identified from their droppings earlier. A new one on us was the Common Genet (Genetta genet) which is a cat-like animal found in Iberia, southern France and the Balearics, as well as Africa and parts of the Middle-east. Anna (Heslop) saw Genets in Africa, but she didn’t know they existed in Europe, and I’d never heard of them. Every day’s a schoolday! We arranged with Pedro that tomorrow we will go to the office with him and Johanna. Apparently there is room for us in the interns’ room. Sounds great! Hopefully we will learn a bit more about the structure of ATN (Associação Transumância e Natureza), the organisation that Pedro and the others work for, and where we could help out.

After we were dropped in the village we got back on the bikes and rode back to the reserve to camp. The sun was setting as we rode back, and we made it to the campsite in time for a last minute meal watching the last red glow of the day over the valley and bats flitting between the trees. Aaaah!

Sunset on the way home

Sunset on the way home

– Dave

Introducing Faia Brava

It was a big day! We had to ride the 28km from Vila Nova de Foz Coa to the village of Algodres, where we were to meet Barbara the Faia Brava communications manager and join her taking some Canadian film makers on a safari around the site.

We set off from our hostel around 9am. The sun’s glare was dampened by a haze of Saharan sand blown in from the south so it wasn’t as hot as the last few days. We came out of town and straight down the side of the valley at 50kph, crossed the river and started pedaling back up the other side. The gradient was manageable though and we made good time. Past roadside wildflowers of green, purple, lilac, yellow and splashes of poppy red, speckled butterflies dancing between them.

Down to the Coa

Down to the Coa

Coa crossing

Coa crossing

As we rode up, we were coming to a plateau where we enjoyed an undulating ride into Algodres. We arrived at the café Barbara had told us about and gave her a call. She came along in the Faia Brava Land rover to collect us and took us to meet the Canadian film crew in another town, where we all went for lunch and talked about the area’s history and each other’s travels.

Lunch stop

Lunch stop

Wolves used to be common in this region but declined until they were gone from the area around 40 years ago. They are now starting to come back, but the people are no longer used to them and take issue with their return. Until now there have only been a few lone wolves passing through, but there is recent evidence of a small pack here. This creates conflict with the farmers because they have stopped using protection measures and now lose sheep to the wolves.

The rural areas in the region are becoming depopulated. There used to be a lot of people living here but after the war, there was a big emigration. The soil is poor and the economy wasn’t doing very well after the war finished. Now the people who are left here have grown old, their children have moved away and if the current lack of new young people continues, the villages will be completely deserted in about 15 years. The town of Algodres that we are in has 30% of its population in the old people’s home.

The reserve has benefited from this mass exodus – it used to be poor quality farmland but now that the people have left, nature is on its way back.  On our way around the reserve, we saw abandoned farm houses and shepherd shelters, stone walls marking land boundaries, planted olive trees and cork oaks that were left standing on field boundaries to collect cork.  The cork oak trees take 50 years to mature and grow their first outer layer of cork bark, which is fire protection for them.  The cork can be removed without killing the tree but it takes 8-10 years for the cork to regrow.

Cork oak - this one is 500 years old!

Cork oak – this one is 500 years old!

The soil is basically sand, it’s hard to believe that people grew cereal crops here!  There was no way for people to bring manure up the hills to use as fertiliser, so they built pigeon houses and used the pigeon poo as fertiliser.  Most of the reserve is not suitable for growing vegetables, so people probably had about 0.5 hectares per family here but lived elsewhere and only came for 3-4 weeks a year to harvest the cereals, olives and almonds.

After the people abandoned the area, scrub moved in – broom and other small bushes. When the Faia Brava reserve was created, the first job was to remove a lot of the scrub so that the horses and cows could come in and graze.  The idea is that this will allow trees to come back, but it’s difficult because seed banks have been obliterated by farming and repeated burning (by shepherds) and the grazing animals eat the small trees that do grow!  They are starting to try planting trees and creating grazing exclusion zones to speed up the natural succession.

The first stop we made with the film crew was to the bride over the Coa river.  There used to be just a little boat crossing here, used by villagers and their chickens, pigs and goats!  Then the guys who managed the boat crossing died and the first bridge was built.  After surviving for years, a flash flood took the bridge and a new one was built, but this one only lasted 4 years and the villagers were again without a crossing.  Two years of being isolated went by before an engineer heard about the situation and offered to design a new bridge.  But the villagers didn’t have any money to build it and had to fundraise for the materials.  They secured enough to buy materials but couldn’t pay the workers, so they had to take turns feeding the workers as they built the bridge, so it is called Union Bridge and it hasn’t washed away yet!

Barbara tells us about Union Bridge

Barbara tells us about Union Bridge

We spent the rest of the afternoon touring around, learning about the reserve and the film crew and enjoying the scenery.  We haven’t seen any of the horses or cattle yet but we saw a lot of vultures!  They have many pairs breeding at the reserve on the cliffs by the river.  The reserve is named after these cliffs, Faia meaning ‘cliff’ and Brava meaning ‘brave’ or ‘wild’.

Film crew at work

Film crew at work

Abandoned shelter

Abandoned shelter

Pigeon house

Pigeon house

Vultures

Griffon vultures have a 2.5 m wingspan

In the evening, Barbara dropped us off with one of the reserve interns Johanna and we had dinner with her and stayed at her house in the village.  She has made good friends with the neighbours and Mario from next door invited us all to drink his home made wine with him – it was delicious!  Then he took us to two of his gardens and sent us away with freshly picked broad beans and salad, which we took back and ate with tortilla.

Johanna and Mario

Johanna and Mario

Free beans!

Free beans!

We had lovely chats about rewilding and local people and another Faia Brava employee Pedro joined us for wine after dinner. He told us about his time as a political activist in Lisboa before he came back to the country to escape the never-changing world of politics.

Hopefully we will find some interesting things to do and see at the reserve over the next few days, it seems like a great place with brilliant people.

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– Anna

Day 25 – Gravel tracks and prehistoric art

We got up before the sunrise! That meant I could faff around taking pictures of the sunrise. Even so, we left camp in record time, on the road by 7.45. Yeah, still room for improvement.

Hello sun!

Hello sun!

We were faced with a decision between unknown quiet country roads today and a busy main road (which may or may not have been a motorway). We elected the scenic route. It went well at first, from this….

2 road

To this….

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To this…

5 ruts

It was a beautiful cool morning though, the birds were singing and the flowers were out.

Verging on the sublime

Verging on the sublime

Insert pun here

Insert pun here

To top it off we we weren’t on a horrific motorway. So even when we had to push for a bit, we were happy!

Happy camper

Happy camper

Luckily for us the dirt track eventually turned back into a road and popped us out close to where we needed to cross the Douro river. We stopped for a spot of lunch on some stone benches in the high street and devoured enormous cheese sandwiches, then crossed on an aged bridge.

Douro in the sunshine

Douro in the sunshine

We were a bit worried about the next part of the ride because as far as we could see, it was on an IC road. We had checked it out that morning and found that in Portugal, IC and IP roads may or may not be designated as motorways. Roads can also have more than one designation. This one was an IC, and N and an E!. The only way you can tell whether you can ride these roads apparently is just by seeing if there are “no bikes” signs when you get on. Thankfully there weren’t here, because that would have meant a 2-3 hour diversion!

So after spending about 2 hours doing 8 km on the dirt track we started burning through the remaining distance on the main road. We climbed the side of the Douro valley and soon we saw a massive dam across the river in front of us. Google maps said we could avoid the dam (and a few hundred metres) by taking an alternative bridge. When we got to it however, it was definitely a no-go! It turned out to be an old railway bridge that was slowly rusting into the river.

Don't think they want us on here...

Don’t think they want us on here…

Looks good from here...

Looks good from here…

So, we went the long way round, over the dam and continued climbing, the sun was really starting to get to work now, and we were heating up nicely. I felt sorry for this poor guy I spotted; the only person I could see working on the vines in the whole valley!

So lonely

So lonely

After a bit more climbing we got to Vila Nova de Foz Côa. We expected we wouldn’t be able to check into our room at the youth hostel until 6, as we’d been told at our last Hostelling International hostel, but we decided to see if we could go and drop our bags then hang out in town for a bit. When we got there though, the guy said we could check in straight away. Aaaaaah showers! The guests’ washing machine was broken  but that was no problem either, he took our laundry and did it in the linen washing machine. What a legend!

So, freshly showered and with an afternoon to ourselves we decided to check out the Palaeolithic Art museum. The Côa Valley is a UNESCO world heritage site because of the rock carvings here, which date from 22,000 BCE. We couldn’t visit any of the sites on such short notice, although it is possible if you book in advance. The museum was great, it gave you a good overview of rock art around the world, explained the different eras and styles of art that exist in the Côa Valley, and gave some history of the site and the discovery of the artwork (it was during a dam building project that was eventually cancelled due to the discoveries). There were some replica works in the museum which we photographed for your viewing pleasure.

Double-headed horse

Double-headed horse

A replica of one of the most decorated panels - there are 94 separate engravings!

A replica of one of the most decorated panels – there are 94 separate engravings!

The museum building itself was also really interesting. It was built into the ground, which is a great idea from a temperature point of view. It is all bare concrete on the inside and feels pretty brutal, but it’s good to give the artefacts themselves centre stage. Going out into the sun again was not a nice prospect. Luckily Anna has a good hat.

Dr Jones?

Dr Jones?

On the way home we found some trees that had shed loads of fluffy white matter onto the ground. I have hayfever so didn’t want to go near enough to establish whether it was flower-stuff or seed-stuff, but it looked cool!

What is this?

What is this?

We arrived back at the hostel to find all our clothes freshly laundered. Impeccable service. Now all we have to do is cook dinner and get an early night to set us up for our last leg to the Faia Brava reserve tomorrow. Can’t wait!

– Dave

Day 25 – Less is More (Vila Flor)

Yesterday the ride was absolutely brutal – the hills at the end of the day in the afternoon heat on tired legs nearly finished me off! After that, neither of us fancied a big day today. The lovely motorway assistance man who had escorted us back to safety said that there was a big campsite in the woods at Vila Flor, only 20km away. We were too tired to make it yesterday but decided to have a short ride today and stay there tonight.

It feels like it was a good decision. We slept in at the hotel because we’d been informed that breakfast would be served at 9am. ‘Breakfast’ turned out to be a ham and cheese sandwich and a cup of tea, but when you’re only paying 30 euros for a big double room, you can’t be too fussy about such things.

We set off around 11am to do our short ride to Vila Flor. It was beautiful! We took a small road alongside the dreaded IC-5 and enjoyed the gentle undulating ride. No crazy steep valleys today, phew! It was hot but the road was quiet and the riding was easy, so we were alright. We went through some lovely towns, one of which sported a bus stop with a fireplace!

Through villages

Through villages

Through countryside

Through countryside

Fire place in a bus stop

Fire place in a bus stop

On one lovely downhill section, I came alongside Dave for a chat and heard a blast of lorry horn behind me! I tried to pull in and almost got us tangled up, doing 40kph with a truck behind us, but thankfully nothing was coming the other way so he could pass safely, and by some miracle or other neither of us fell off before I could get the panniers separated. We stopped in a side road to recover for a bit. This was a particularly poignant incident because my parents had a handlebar tangle crash just the other day that resulted in two fractures! So my Dad has his arm in a cast and Mum is all bruised. Luckily Dave and I didn’t follow suit. Or go under a truck. Guess I should go back to riding in the ‘gutter’!

We made it to the campsite around 12:30, showered, did our laundry (it’s going to actually dry!) and pitched the tent. Then after second lunch, we headed 3km into town, up and down some 10% hills, but without our stuff they were easy peasy!

Snack time in Vila Flor

Snack time in Vila Flor

Vila Flor church and fountain

Vila Flor church and fountain

It was really hot today and we were sweating just wandering around town doing the shopping. Then we stopped in the shady town square for some cherries and oranges before braving the sweaty 10% hill back to the campsite.

Camping under a little oak tree

Camping under a little oak tree

We set up to make dinner as a gang of French people on tour in 4x4s came in and set up camp alongside us. Hopefully they don’t like to stay up late partying! We had a delicious dinner, sorted all our stuff out and got into bed. The sun has just gone down but it’s still really warm – can’t even contemplate getting into the sleeping bag yet!

Tomorrow we’re aiming for Vila Nova de Foz Coa, a more respectable 50km away.

– Anna

Day 24 – Motorway madness!

It’s getting really hot in the daytime now, so we decided to get up before 6 and start riding in the cooler morning. Unfortunately, Portugal doesn’t like us getting up early. There was no-one at the campsite reception so we didn’t get our €5 deposit back on our little gate tag, boo! Then when we got into town everything was shut (ok, it is Sunday). So we hung around bickering for a bit, I fell off my bike again which made me more angry, then we went to the shops and bickered a bit more. Then Anna found a chocolate Labrador puppy and her mood improved immensely. I was unable to maintain grumpiness in the face of this enthusiasm.

Doggy!

Doggy!

Out of town a massive valley opened up in front of us, covered mostly with terraced vinyards.

Industrial landscape

Industrial landscape

We stopped for food and sat by the side of the road with our legs dangling over the top terrace. Once we’d eaten we raced down a twisting set of switchbacks until we reached an old bridge over the river at the bottom of the valley, knowing all the time that going up the other side was going to be tough! And it was tough! The day was hotting up and the climb was crazy. We pedalled lethargically from one patch of shade to the next and gradually worked our way up past vinyards and scattered olive trees.

The fun part

The fun part

We got into a village called Cheires, and for the first time were confronted with a cobbled street we needed to climb instead of descend. It was hard work with the front wheel skittering about on the uneven surface. It’s a feeling we got used today, there was to be plenty more!

Baaah!

Baaah!

Thankfully this set of cobbles finished at the edge of the village and we continued up the hill to Sanfins do Douro where we found a lovely village square and stopped for lunch. There were loads of old guys sitting around on the benches chatting, it seemed pretty cosmopolitan!

Happy meal

Happy meal

Lunch venue

Lunch venue

As we finished eating we heard a drumbeat getting louder and louder. Anna asked “what do you think that is?” and I replied “sounds like a marching band.” And so it was, a load of kids with drums and batons marching down to the square. When they got to where we were sat they turned round and went off up the hill again. We aren’t sure what it was about, but it was a good ending to lunch!

Out for  Sunday march

Out for Sunday march

After this we tried to find a shop to get some bread, and that’s when our problems started. It seems like they built the place at a time when gravity was at 45 degrees to what it is now. We had to push our bikes up and down several almost vertical streets looking for a shop, which turned out to be above the café. Presumably it used to be next to it until gravity changed. As I came out of the shop I found all the emergency vehicles in the district going past with sirens blaring. No idea what that was about either but Anna filmed it if you want to see.

Then we tried to get out of town. We were following google maps, which took us up an insanely steep cobbled street. Three locals came out of their houses and started talking to / laughing at us, eventually one lady managed to communicate that there was another road we should take.

Steeeeeep!

Steeeeeep!

At first it went well, but we soon found ourselves with a choice between a set of steep cobbled switchbacks or an apparently easier road that we hoped would go around the hill instead of over it. We had gone some way along this when a guy stopped us and said we couldn’t get through that way. But maps said we could, so of course we carried on for a bit. The road surface then turned to crushed brick, tile and eventually dirt and rock single-track, all on a silly gradient. But we decided we had gone too far to go back so we slogged up there, pushing the bikes and occasionally getting pushed back!

Anna getting arty with GoPro while I die

Anna getting arty with GoPro while I die

Me dispassionately capturing a terrible event

Me dispassionately capturing a terrible event

When we finally popped out at the top we had never been so glad to see tarmac!

Sweet sweet road!

Sweet sweet road!

Back on the road we started making good time but Google maps had another trick up its sleeve today. It directed us to take the IC-5. We use the “avoid motorways” option on our routes, but as I found out today, Portugal has two road designations that aren’t listed as motorways, but actually are. These are IC- and IP- for your info! To cut a long story short we did 10 awful kilometres on the IC-5. At kilometre 8 a motorway assistance guy in a van spotted us and what a hero he was! He didn’t give us any grief, but he tailed us for the two kilometres to the junction to get us off safely, gave us water, directed us to an alternative route that we never would have found otherwise, told us about a campsite on our route and even towed Anna up a hill! There are no photos. It was too awful. We took this one afterwards from the safety of a minor road.

Anna staring at our nemesis

Anna staring at our nemesis

We had a long sit down and some food after this experience to try and relax. After that we decided we would try the route we’d been shown. And it has been a good one in all respects, except that it was almost exclusively uphill all the way to the town of Carrazeda de Ansiães.

Anna Heslop 2015

“I may die” (Anna Heslop, 2015)

Having said that, there was a pretty epic view from the top!

Reward!

Reward!

By the time we got into town we were exhausted, hot and in no state to carry on. We stopped at a café to get cold drinks and try to find somewhere local to stay. The bartender was super helpful and told us about a good cheap hotel nearby so we’ve checked in to recover! After showers (soooooooo good) Anna is now doing yoga in an attempt to loosen off the hamstrings!

Day 23 – Hot ‘n Hilly

Today we actually got up when the alarm went off!  Although 7am in Portugal is 8am in Spain, it was warm and the sun was already up, so maybe not such a massive success.  Still, we were on the road by 9am and it was straight uphill in the hot sun, which pretty much set the scene for the day.

Both of us were in a pretty bad mood.  Not necessarily angry with each other (I don’t think) but just a bit moody.  I was pretty quiet today and we rode up meditatively, except for when Dave found his salted snacks spilled all over the place inside his bar bag and lost his rag for a bit, but otherwise it was pretty meditative.

Into the sun this morning

Into the sun this morning

We started in the bottom of the valley in the campsite and after just 1.5km of crazy steep hills, we felt like we were on top of the world again!  But there was still plenty more climbing to do.

The hills were insanely steep and we were only managing around 5-6kph!  Since that’s about as slow as you can go before you fall off or start going backwards, we couldn’t regulate how hard we were working and had to stop for lots of rests.  So it took ages!  But the views were lovely so it was a good ride.

Riding up a steep hill

Riding up a steep hill

We wound our way up through lush green villages, stopping for a calipo in the shade to cool down.  Then up and up until we’d gained around 700m.  Not bad, I thought – we only have to do another 400m to the top!  But then we had to go down for a bit… then up… then down.  So I think our total elevation gain for the day was more like 1300m.  Not far off our Big Hill Day!

Great views

Great views

When we got out of the pretty rural towns, we were in the uplands surrounded by heather, gorse, pines and the usual smoothed rocky outcrops.  We finally made it to the top of the pass after 25km of riding and we had done half the distance for the day.  It was around 3pm and very hot by then.  There was a big lake at 1000m, then we headed over the other side, down towards Vila Real.

Views at the top

Views at the top

Is it downhill all the way now?

Is it downhill all the way now?

We were treated to 10km of unbroken downhill in the glorious sunshine with amazing views of the hills and the valley with the city nestled in the bottom of it.  Even from the top, though, I could see that it was up again on the other side.

Soaking it up before we go down

Soaking it up before we go down

Vila Real

Vila Real

As we got towards town, there was more traffic, we had to do some insanely steep downhills, sometimes on cobbles.  The quality of a single road varies quite a lot as you go from countryside to town and back.  We were both tired and hot, more navigation was required and we were about to have to start going uphill again.  Cue being a little narky with each other.

On we went, stopping at a petrol station for a toilet stop (surprisingly, petrol station toilets are the only ones that are consistently spotlessly clean and always have loo roll and toilet seats, unlike campsite toilets, which are very variable!).  This petrol station was taken over shortly after our arrival by a huge gang of Vespa riders!  We left them to their chatter and pedalled out of town towards our campsite for the evening.

The last part of the ride was along main roads but they were pretty quiet and had a good shoulder.  We made better progress without the crazy gradients and pushed on up via a fruit stand and two much-need oranges to make it to the entrance to the Natur Water Park, where there’s a campsite.  Just one more steep cobbled uphill… groan!  But we got there and hopped in the glorious showers, did laundry, ate and headed to bed for an early night.

Portugal is hilly!  More to come tomorrow, too.  And it’s set to get hotter the next few days… we did ask for sunshine!

– Anna

Day 22 – Cobbles and vineyards

We knew the weather was meant to be rubbish this morning so we decided last night we would check out of the hotel at 12 today. It was drizzling as we went through town picking up groceries, eventually finding the supermarket, which we needed for that all-important 1kg bag of muesli, with the help of a cheery butcher and baker. We eventually got out of Fafe around 1 pm and immediately started climbing along a winding road that was far too busy for our liking. There were a couple of lorries that went past uncomfortably close. I think on the whole Spanish drivers were more considerate, although maybe the roads were just quieter and there was more space for them to go around us.

After an hour’s grumpy climbing in the on-off rain we crossed the motorway and things immediately improved. There was less traffic, the rain stopped and we were treated to a looooong winding downhill. Fun! After another hour or so we turned off onto the quieter road that Anna had picked the day before. It was a single-track road, with no signs on it, and straight away it dropped steeply down the side of a valley.

Are you sure about this?

Are you sure about this?

There were lots of even smaller side roads and we knew it would be awful to have to come back up so we were checking the GPS every 100 metres or so. The view soon opened up, and it was a picture of smallholder’s paradise, with red-roofed houses, vinyards and vegetable gardens filling the bottom of the valley.

Life in the Valleys

The Valley

Vinyards and veggies

Vinyards!

The road was so steep Anna felt like she was going to go over the handlebars, and I wasn’t sure I could actually stop without skidding out with both wheels. It was brilliant! When we got near the bottom we found that the road we needed to follow for the next couple of kilometres was made of this….

3a paris roubaix

Err…

We rattled our way along, past houses big and small, but nearly all with vines and veggies luxuriating in the wet, warm weather. Loads of people have dogs tethered in their gardens in Spain and Portugal that love to bark and strain at the leash. Usually the untethered ones stick to their own garden, but here we found the first one that looked like it might actually latch on to our ankles. Luckily we were going downhill at the time and it couldn’t catch us. Anna mentioned that a squirt from the water bottle is a good deterrent and proved it a few minutes later when another rabid frothing beast came yapping out of a front gate to be met with a face full of glorious agua. Definitely stopped him cold!

Rattley ride!

Rattley ride!

These people know how to garden!

Flowers and vines

More rural idyll

More rural idyll

Once we reached the end of the cobbles we stopped for lunch. You can live well for not much money here. Since getting to Portugal we have been enjoying pastéis de nata (Portuguese custard tarts) on a regular basis, so good!

Anna with tasty pastries

Anna with tasty pastries

Soon after lunch we came back onto a main road, but it was delightfully quiet after the morning’s experience, and somehow still downhill! As we rode along there were swallows flitting down across the road in front of us, catching insects out of the air. So beautiful! After a while we crossed a big river at an impressive old stone bridge and soon found ourselves in the town of Mondim de Basto.

Nice bridge!

Nice bridge!

We were on our way out of town when Anna saw a sign for a municipal campsite. We had done approx 30 km in four hours by this point. After about half an hour of arguing whether to push on or not, whether the campsite would even be open, spotting a cow mowing the lawn in a residential garden etc etc we decided to go for it.

Garden cow. Why not?

Garden cow. Why not?

A lady on the street managed to communicate with no English but lots of hand gestures that it wasn’t far away so off we went down another hill, really hoping the place was open and we wouldn’t have to come back up! It turned out it was open, and even better it has really good showers, flat pitches (unlike our first night in Portugal), and a beautiful river running just along the bottom of the site. Because we arrived so early we had time to have a wander along the river, and for me to capture another ever-present aspect of cycle touring – the daily hand-washing of the cycling kit. It’s a tough life!

River and mill-pond

River and mill-pond

Every bloody day...

Every flippin’ day…

Home for the night

Home for the night

– Dave