The cycling got off to a shaky start with bone/bike rattling cobbles and a Garmin that immediately told me I was off course.
Fortunately both were soon resolved and I pedalled off along the side of the river Douro and then down the Atlantic coast to Espinho
Unfortunately the route didn't stay scenic for long as the coastal marshes meant I had to turn inland through towns and endless suburbia. I still enjoyed being in a new place and there were so many cyclists out. Apparently it's still winter clothing required (not for a hardened Cambridgeshire cyclist!) and the required greeting is 'dia'.
There weren't many photo opportunities but these stork nests were rather impressive
I managed to get lost, obviously, in a big town called Aveiro and eventually got fed up with the boring straight road and did a detour through a pine forest. My mileage was therefore more than expected (quelle surprise) at 66.7 miles and a flattish 1624 feet.
Bob is modelling his first pastel de nata which was delicious
I arrived to find the support driver in a bar slurping beer in the sunshine which seemed like a good idea, followed by a walk down the beautiful beach.
I have never seen so many seagulls
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