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#70: Pamplona: Where the Roads Are Winding, the Bulls Can Run, and the Picnic Blankets Becomes Full of Earwigs
After several days holed up in Molinos de Duero like monks with email access, it was finally time to get back on the road. The rain had eased, the clouds had stopped actively spitting on us, and our waterproofs, now more creased than effective (not really, they’re actually awesome) were called into action once more.… Read more
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#69: Shelter from the Storm 🎵⛈️
The day began with a lurch. Not the bike this time, but us. Both of us woke up resembling budget mannequins from a chiropractor’s waiting room—stiff, creaky, and quite convinced we’d aged 30 years overnight. But true to form, we laced up our running shoes and decided to jog into Tordesillas for sunrise. Why? Because… Read more
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#68: Exploring the heart (and heat) of Spain
If you’re after a dose of Spanish countryside with a side of historical grandeur and just a hint of insect warfare, then Castile and León may well be your spiritual home. It’s the kind of place where Romanesque churches peek over golden hills and the quiet is only broken by the gentle whine of your… Read more
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#67: Douro Valley: Wine ✅ Roads ✅ Camping ❌
Porto, as it turns out, is rather proud of its bridges. And rightly so. Chief among them is the Dom Luís I bridge – a hulking double-decker affair designed not by Eiffel himself, but by his overachieving apprentice Théophile Seyrig. Think of it as the Eiffel Tower that decided it wanted a more practical career… Read more
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#66: Port in Porto
Today was Porto day – home of port wine, a thousand bridges, and apparently the place that inspired Harry Potter (because of course it did; everything these days has a Potter link, doesn’t it?). Anyway, we were off to the City of Bridges, though our day began, somewhat optimistically, with a run along the Camino… Read more
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#65: Twisties in Portugal: Motorbike Heaven 🇵🇹
First impressions of Portugal? A bit… meh. Nothing to write home about. The air smelled vaguely like a tourist brochure, and the roads were just roads. Nothing alarming, just… nothing. You know when you land in a country and think, This’ll be fine, but I’m not holding my breath? Yep, that was Portugal in the… Read more