Alone at last. It is nice to have friends, wife and things, but it is better to have nothing. This was why I was traveling too, never got that thing: I want to find myself… I want to get rid of me! Get lost!!! Welcome to the dark side of the moon.
This 100 km ride was tiring, but relaxing, an introspective trip between low and high Alentejo. I was finally free, had a few beers at Comporta like a complete unknown, like a rolling stone, rider´s high, I suppose. Peacefully facing my demons, I would say.
Went for a swim at this, now, fancy beach. It was really nice to ride the Vespa with a lake on one side and an ocean on the other. Amazing how Portugal, although so small, is so beautiful and multifacetado.
Finally, it was hotter than July and a good excuse to show off my saggy tits and firm shoulders. Guess I was happy because I could smell the fried cuttlefish and cold beer in the distance. Now it was time to find that ferry and hopefully meet man in Setúbal!
The ferry dropped me right in the middle of this poor creatures plates and a couple of stouts. Texted my friend, he shared this location and we met.
We went straight for some SUP at this epic cove called Portinho d´Arrábida. It seemed like you were in Gazza or something, because it´s a natural reserve and super protected, check points one after the other. Only a hand full of property owners can drive here. I just followed his fancy car, made a poker face and tried to catch up.
The wind almost threw us out to sea, I had to paddle in on my belly to get ashore. The water was cold from the wind coming down the mountain, the best appetizer. We had dinner at Farol restaurant, delicious fried sole fish with the tastiest tomato rice you can imagine and the best wine of course. Catching up, it was funny how it turned out we have had the same issues in life, despite being so different. A templar is a templar.
Woke up at sunrise, went for a swim, packed my stuff and said goodbye. The original plan was to meet good friend and top professional surfer Marlon Lipke at his restaurant in Lisbon, unfortunately he left on this day. Wasn´t worried, I got people.
This stretch of coastline is really something… The wind had stopped, there was not a cloud in the sky, it was like I was riding this 500 meter beautiful wave with the Atlantic on one side and vines on the other. Shame I couldn´t photograph it while driving, too sketchy of a road.
After getting lost, be careful what you wish for, I crossed the 25 de Abril bridge. It´s similar to the S.Francisco one, made by Gustave Eiffel, really nice. I wished I had a drone taking pictures of that crossing. Drove through Lisbon and had a stop at S.João do Estoril to eat, this time I had no company, everyone was working or something.
I passed Cascais on my way to Guincho, the windiest spot in Portugal! It was howling, sand everywhere, had to really hold to my horse this time. Felt good to go upstream once again. Maybe my friend Xenico was still at his surf shop a couple km ahead…
Got there just in time again as he was closing the shop. This is another bloke I became friends with in Sumatra, Indonesia. When you stay for a couple of weeks inside a boat in the middle of nowhere out in the Indian ocean you get some bonds. And some coffee and if you are lucky you can get to comfortably watch Gabriel Medina win the last event of the World Surf League.
Next stop: Ericiera.
Difficult roads often lead to beautiful destinations