Spain - Portugal
Part 5: Lisboa - Cabo da Roca - Oporto
Time to leave Lisboa behind being surprisingly impressed about this city. The steep hills, the glory of the past, the poverty, all wrapped up in a cute package. I ride my bike heading West, aiming as a first stop to reach the most Western point in Europe and one of the most Western ones ever for me: Cabo da Roca.
The route on the N247 crossing the local park is fantastic and soon here I am at this great spot early enough before it's flooded by tourism. Here's how it looks:
I am very lucky to experience it on a windless day. And a beautiful day it is indeed:
Doesn't take long for the first convoy of busses with tourists to arrive so I know it's time for me to go and start making my way North to Porto. At the town of Mafra I stop to picture the massive local palace:
A couple of hundreds km later, as I knew this would be the last pine forest before Porto I stop to capture the nature's beauty:
I arrive at Porto where my next Airbnb is owned by a wonderful woman with a pristinely clean and spacious apartment. It's so good that I already struggle to find the right words to do justice on my review when I'll check out. She's also kind enough to order food for me and not only save me precious time but allow me to try a very local soup recipe. Very tasty and ridiculously cheap.
I leave my room and walk the whole way from Vila Nova de Gaia up to the center. I thought that Porto would be something like a mini me of Lisboa but I was so wrong. It is a totally different gem. As soon as I walk down the hill and have the first view to the river Douro, the traditional boats and the Luiz I bridge my jaw drops instantly:
The view from the hill of Jardim do Morro pays back multiple times for the effort:
Definitely so does the Luiz I bridge: