My motorcycle ride from Porto to Coimbra took an unexpected turn. I chose the scenic route, battling breathtaking mountain passes and roads so steep they tested my bike's limits. After getting hopelessly lost and backtracking, I found my way to Coimbra and fell in love. A perfect, humbling adventure.
My ambitious motorcycle ride through Portugal’s mountains turned into a roadside nightmare with a mysterious, rapidly deflating tire. Stranded with a dying pump and no idea what was wrong, my day was saved by the incredible kindness of local mechanics. This is a story about punctured plans and good karma.
A brutal ride through the heat left me dehydrated and exhausted on the road to Chaves. Just when I thought the day was a total loss, the city delivered an unexpected reward: a traditional cod dinner so perfect it made the entire fiery struggle completely worthwhile.
After a sleepless night, my ride from Potes began in a grey mist. It turned majestic as I broke through the clouds into sunshine over the Picos de Europa. The challenging mountain roads were pure joy, with stunning views at the Riaño reservoir. I arrived in Léon tired but happy.
Riding the line between burnout and bliss on the Spanish coast. Just as my body was ready to quit after 1800 kilometers, a breathtaking canyon ride offered pure motorcycling paradise. But with a sudden storm in Potes and a change of plans, the road to Portugal takes an unexpected turn.
My motorcycle journey started roughly in France with a fuel scare and boring highways. My mood soared upon entering Spain, where I skipped the expensive coast. I found my personal paradise in the small mountain town of Doneztebe, ending an exhausting but rewarding day with cold beer and tapas.
Day one of my motorcycle trip to Portugal was a true test against moody weather and a leaky visor. From the misery of being cold and damp to the sweet relief of arriving in Beaune, Burgundy's wine capital, the adventure has officially begun. Read on for the gritty details!