Sunday 23 June 2019

Day 13

Unlucky for anyone riding in Portugal. The Wild Hogs very own Michael Fish, predicted wall to wall sunshine for the next 7 days, so we wake up to rain.

On our way to Cabo da Roca; mainland Europe's most westerly point, we have once again had an off road adventure, courtesy of tomtom.

Cobbles we can handle but when you are on a wet gravel track and 4 adventure land rovers come by, you know things are gonna get tricky. 

One stops, no, not to laugh but to advise he is the last one on the track.  As I start to ascend, gingerly, ont the muddy surface, hugging the left hand bank, I am suddenly confronted by a local Skoda driving cabbie, who is clearly not expecting anyone else to be on the road, given his speed, nor to find them on his side of the road! No harm done. And at least it prepared him for Sanch. A few metres later we joined a perfectly flat piece of tarmac, that tomtom probably turned us off a few kms earlier.

The Cabo is teaming with all nationalities. We had to queue to get a photo with the plaque.  We got a few snaps and one with Dudley. 




It is so wet and misty though, there's precious little else to see.


Misty Cabo Monument 


Sanch is fuelled up on coffee and cake again, so we're off to Sintra.


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