My phone was driving me mad, I dropped it a few months back and the touch screen had gone strange, I had to keep turning the phone on and off to get it to work. I decided that it was time for a replacement, especially as Jan had offered to pay. Off I went to Olhao to get a second hand iphone, they are much cheaper here in Portugal than in the UK. It was a nice day so I decided to go for an explore on the Honley.
I started off towards Faro on the N125, supposedly Portugal’s most dangerous road, but it feels much safer than most roads at home. The road surface is a bit broken up at times near the edges, by the slow lane that most main roads seem to have. Nothing to worry about really. I saw signs for the N2, and this struck a memory from somewhere so I decided to follow them. What an amazing road, silky smooth tarmac, long sweeping bends and very light traffic. This, combined with warm sun, made for a very relaxing ride. I came to a roundabout at Sao Bras de Alportel so because the name was interesting I decided to head into the town. Most of the roads heading towards the historic centre were cobbled.
This was an interesting place to explore, historical links to both Muslim and Roman occupation combined with the usual Portuguese quirkiness. This ranged from electrical and telephone junction boxes painted in very 60s designs to empty buildings that had their interiors removed and were now used as car parks, makes sense when the narrow streets have little room for cars. As with most Portuguese towns there was also a bike club that seemed to have a clubhouse and workshop.
Eclectic mix of styles.
Cars parked inside the building.
I left the town in the opposite direction to my arrival one a quite nice, quiet road heading towards the hills. I came across a sign for Moncarapacho, which is a few miles from Fuseta where we are staying, so I followed this route. This road, or rather lane, took me around a hill that had several sandstone quarries. The road itself was old concrete and so had an almost corrugated surface, but all of the potholes had been filled with tarmac. It wasn’t a fast road, or a smooth one, but no holes! There were some great bends and steep inclines so fun to ride along. Eventualy I rejoined a main road that took me into Moncarapacho and then one road home.
I probably only did a little over 100 km on this circular route, but must have ridden on virtually every surface the area had to offer
The concrete road with the Atlantic in there distance.