DAY 1 TAVIRA (a town in the Algarve on the Gilao River)
Our bikes, looking clean and shiny, were delivered to our hotel in Tavira the day before we arrived: bikes, panniers, handlebar bags and repair kits, everything we needed for four weeks cycling from Tavira on the south coast to Porto via the most scenic route we could find.
We’d used Cycling Rentals, a company in Portugal, when we rented bikes for our ride in northern Spain in 2013. We were five years older, a bit leg weary from our Intrepid Cycling Tour in Morocco, but determined to do the distance. We had only a vague inland route in mind; the intention was to fill in the details once we’d made an assessment of the terrain and our physical ability to navigate it.
Hotel Princesa do Gilau had stored the bikes in their laundry room, but we finished assembling them in the back lane before riding around Tavira, out on the route we planned to take when we started to ride north and down along the coast. Tavira is described as the prettiest town in the Algarve and it did have a relaxed feel. The main beach in the area is Praia do Barril which boasts a broad white sand beach. It’s actually on an island and part of a small national park and is accessed by a bridge and a boardwalk as well as a small train. The Brits holiday here so there was an abundance of top rated restaurants serving a variety of dishes – fish meals featured highly.
DAY 2 TAVIRA to CORTELHA (a place very much “not” on the tourist route for Australians) 50 kilometres, 638 metres ascent, 327 descent
Apart from Chris having been given two left panniers, the bikes and gear were very good. We left our hotel at 10 am and only needed to negotiate a few streets of the town before we were on our chosen side road travelling north. It seemed cumbersome to be riding with panniers again, but our loads were as lean as we could make them and both of us felt balanced and comfortable.
Loaded up
A village on our first day
What we saw on this day of riding was varied: orange groves and olive trees early on, sparse forest as we climbed away from the coast. The minor road was broken and bumpy; riding became smoother when we resorted to a more major road. The villages were really just clusters of white buildings with some pretty gardens. Lots of weeds and wildflowers away from the villages. The wind added a degree of difficulty to the riding especially on the ascents and there were far too many of those.
Resting at a lookout point – this area was a national park
The news of the Australian election intruded on our day – it was clearly bad news as far as we were concerned. By the time we’d struggled up the very long ascent to Cortelha and our accommodation, seemingly in the middle of nowhere, it was clear we would be suffering another liberal government. On a happier note, Casa dos Punteros provided a comfortable room, traditional bar and cosy restaurant. Our hosts were quite enthusiastic about having Australians staying. Our opinion on Portuguese wine was sort and we enjoyed the bottle of regional wine our host recommended – it went well with the sliced cold meats, cheese and bread and a hearty lamb stew.
DAY 3 CORTELHA to ALMODOLVAR (very quiet on Sunday afternoon) 42 kilometres, 500 ascent, 600 descent
A cooler day, almost cold, but it warmed up as we rode and it wasn’t as windy as the previous day. Still more uphill before a vast vista (you could almost see back to the coast) then mostly downhill to a small town with a Sunday market. Tried the local barbecue – bits of fatty pork spare ribs – then rode on. Amazed by the number of eucalyptus trees, mainly lining the road. The scent of home!
Someone had said Portugal was hilly; after the first two days we were inclined to agree. Over the course of the third day we ascended about 500 metres and descended 660 metres – a lot of that was undulating, up then down, up then down. Even the last few kilometres into Almodovar threw a few ups at us. Our accommodation was in a small apartment with pizza for dinner at a local Italian restaurant.
Another high point – looking south
A Sunday market – barbecue and coffee for morning tea
The bike path matched the roofs – it only lasted for a kilometre
DAY 4 ALMODOVAR to FONTES BARBARAS (an Enoturismo farm) This was many kilometres from a town) (42 kilometres)
Our accommodation was always determined by the distance we thought we could ride each day. Booking.com revealed the winery and accommodation, Fontes Barbaras, to be a comfortable 40 kms from Almodovar and the reviews made it very tempting, hence it became our destination for Day 4. Chris had his first haircut for the trip before we left Almodovar and I snapped a few street scenes to convey small town Portugal. The towns so far seem to exist in a time warp; the pace is slow and sleepy but the barber was a real hipster.
The riding was through farmland – mainly fields of wheat and round bales of hay. The road was undulating with a good lashing of headwind to add an edge to what could have been enjoyable and easy cycling.
We did not know what to expect as we rode up the long gravel drive to Fontes Barbaras. Oh that we’d booked in for two nights: a beautifully renovated farmhouse offering rooms with our own sitting room, access to two other sitting rooms, a pool and poolside loungers, a games room, a library, free wine tasting (white and rose), a complimentary bottle of wine and a snack bar menu that easily gave us a meal. Our hostess, Patricia, was bubbly and chatty and made us – dusty and windswept as we were – feel right at home. A swim, a shower, a toastie for a snack and we were ready to indulge in the wine tasting. We followed this up with a cheese platter and our complimentary bottle of wine and fell happily into a satisfied slumber.
Getting a trim in Almodovar
The barber shop
A small store and mural
Riding up the road to Fontes Barbaras
Fontes Barbaras – pool and a view of the vines
DAY 5 – FONTES BARBARAS to FERREIRA DO ALENTEJO (43 kilometres)
We were reluctant to leave our small patch of luxury (an excellent breakfast too). Patricia, our lovely host, told us how impressed she was by our adventure. “You’ve got to be a little bit crazy in life,” she said as I was given a farewell hug. She also said that if we come to Portugal again we must call in and have a glass of wine and share a cheese plate with them, even if we don’t stay. Portuguese hospitality at it’s finest.
More farmland unfolded before us as we rode: fields of wheat, hay, potatoes and, after we’d turned off onto a minor road, hectares of olive groves. Coffee in a small town cafe after 15 kms then a bread and cheese lunch amongst the olive trees an hour before our destination, the town of Ferreira Do Alentejo. This was another white washed town looking very much like all the white washed towns we’ve ridden through so far.
Another gem of accommodation. Casa do Enfantes was in the town of Ferreira do Alentjo. It had the look of a mansion, imposing and white, and the interior was decorated with beautiful antiques and bedroom decor from another era. Our host spoke not one word of English but made herself clear with gestures. The flow of Portuguese she maintained contained the odd vaguely recognisable word because some Portuguese is similar to Spanish. We managed to determine where our bikes could be stored, that the cherry liqueur was there to be tasted and the fridge and very impressive kitchen was ours to use if we wanted to prepare food.
DAY 6 – FERREIRA do ALENTEJO to HERDADE da SAMARRA (Agro-Turismo accommodation surrounded by farmland) (43 kilometres)
After an all you can eat breakfast at Casa do Enfantes, we rode through the town and out into the countryside. The sun was shining and there was no wind. After about 15 kms of mainly flat riding (for a change), the whitewashed town of Odivelas rose out of the plains. It had bright white houses with red tiled roofs and cobblestoned streets that went straight up – 27% incline made the main access street impossible to ride up. We could have bypassed the town, but it’s position on a hill promised good views of the countryside. Sometimes you have to remind yourself it’s as much about the journey as the destination. Our efforts were rewarded with a panoramic vista of the surrounding countryside.
After Ovidelas we turned off the EN2 onto a minor and quieter road. We could even ride two abreast. Past a lake, our route branched off again onto an even smaller road. Unlike our first few days, we were experiencing flatter easier riding. This section of road was through plantations of cork trees with some of the trees obviously very old. A truck loaded with the cork bark trundled past us at one point but we were too slow with the camera. Wine in Portugal, Italy, France and Spain is still corked.
We rode into another sleepy town on a hill feeling hot and thirsty. There’s always a bar/cafe with a group of customers, in this case, young, who seem to have nothing better to do on a weekday morning. Very few people around, shops are few and public spaces scarce. The small towns, unlike French villages, are not made pretty with flower boxes and pot plants – the country is possibly poorer or less concerned with the appearance of their towns. Behind the blank walls and firmly closed doors, no doubt, there are attractive courtyard gardens.
Our day’s destination was an Agro-turismo farm. It had the appearance of a Spanish hacienda and the interior was on a grand scale. The flagstone floor, the wood and leather furnishings, paintings of rural scenes all gave the place a film set feel. Our room was less grand but we had access to two sitting areas, a patio and a pool. Unfortunately the gardeners only swung into action after we arrived so we sat on the loungers and watched the pool being cleaned, serenaded by the lawnmower. The dip in the pool was refreshing when the pool was finally ready and the home cooked meal, served on the patio, was hearty and filling. The Portuguese do seem to like meat. We were the only guests. We had been greeted by a man, possibly the owner, who spoke English, but after that we were left in the company of the housekeeper who only spoke Portuguese and seemed a bit disapproving of us being there.
DAY 7 – HERDADE da SAMARRA to EVORA (27 kms)
We lingered a while and had breakfast at 9 am because our riding distance was under 30 kilometres and we were not able to check into our Evora guest house until 5 pm. The riding was more of the same, some wind and a very long straight road with only one bend. We passed through one town early on – too early for a coffee – and were on the outskirts of Evora by 1 pm. It’s a much larger commercial town with an old centre and that’s where we had booked to stay. We filled in the day by eating lunch, booking a train ticket for a sightseeing day in Lisbon and doing our laundry in a very swish laundromat. The guest house was happy to store our bikes in an unused dining room – two days without riding! Lisbon then a rest day.
End of Part One – Cycling in Portugal