20 | 21 | 22.5.16 - Adventure Days
Since the beginning of the year I've been a little run from this blog; Mea
culpa: it was laziness, it was waiting for the telephone that didn`t
ring, were road roadtrips that I have already described, a snowtrip
through Austria and Switzerland, another for a wedding in Valencia. It was the beginning - and what a start !! - of the adventure in the TT and the time that it takes to put a project of those standing.I'm back!Friday was that day that I hadn`t had long ago: where is all stuff?! Where is everything?! And the frontlight?! And the best way to get to Alcanena without paying toll?! I left home and came back because I had forgotten the necessaire. When I was in Travanca, I turned around because I had forgotten my swimming trunks. Which house were they?!, This is not easy to change.An hour after the time of exit and having tightened and unscrewed the shad of the bike 500 times, there I was able to start. Destination: Adventure Days.Adventure Days is an event beautifully organized by Rui Baltazar and this year had the precious help of Pedrinha Motor Club.The place, the River Beach of Olhos de Agua, in Alcanena, there in the source of Alviela. A beautiful place, arranged and with a campsite on the river.After
200 km of asphalt, arrived at Alcanena, I was waiting for Marcio (Mr.
President!), And the Diogo (Team Mate), Kiko Garcia, and many good
friends that we are doing in these motorcycle adventures. Armindo and Pedro, from other motorized adventures, also came, to add even more emotion to the group.
Thus
began the spirit of Adventure Days: a sharing of stories, camaraderie,
the taste for motorcycles and the knowledge one gets when traveling; Sharing and tolerance. There is no competition but there is everything else.The first adventure of the adventure was to set up the camping tent. A Monte Campo to debut, dark green and, even for a newcomer like me,
was ready in less than 10 minutes, practically without having upset
people.Second adventure: sleeping in a tent, listening to the croaking frogs, the sound of water in the background and a starry sky. It isn`t paradise but it gives a sense of peace.On
Saturday we expected an offroad route of 200 km, excellent for the
bigtrails, between Alcanena and the dam of Montargil, with routes once
used in Portugal 1000 and Transibérico. There
was a little bit of everything, from pebble to loose sand, gravel, a
land with fine powder and numerous crossings of courses and puddles of
water. Rails for all tastes and shapes, made at good speed.As soon as we started, I fell and the good Diogo there helped me get the bike up; At the end of the day, on a descent with gravel, I fell again. And once again Diogo went there to help me. In the middle, in addition to riding a motorcycle, we respawn ourselves with regional tidbits in Ulme.Arrived at the camp, along with some minis, a comforting stone soup offered by Marcio and the rest of Pedrinha's staff. It was divine!With the strength of the soup, in the nail game, there was a real
north-south, with the northern guys (me, Armindo and Pedro) not giving any kind of chance to the southern competition, despite all the cheating they
did!During the night, the tent shook three times: "Who comes there?" Was just the wind; And then the rain. Discomforts of those who are not accustomed to these things.Sunday,
after a breakfast to accompany the section of Fafe of the Rally de
Portugal, we were waiting for another 50 km from Alcanena to the salinas
of Rio Maior. A very technical course in the Natural Park of the Serra de Aires e Candeeiros. Here
is another story, one more, of those that make the stories have a joke:
followed the Armindo in the front, followed by Pedro and Diogo and me. We at the rear of the group decided to go for an alternative that crossed a brook. The result: my bike was left standing buried in the fine sand of the bed. We wanted to gain time .. well, it was more than 40 minutes left
waiting for Baltazar and all his experience to get me out of the place.Arriving at the salinas was time for more partying and conviviality, end of adventure. In
a place of the most picturesque, saline and regional product sales, a
rich lunch, it was time for hugs and a good trip to each one. It was time for fraternization and for a short reunion.The Adventure Days were lived; So be it for many years.
Since the beginning of the year I've been a little run from this blog; Mea
culpa: it was laziness, it was waiting for the telephone that didn`t
ring, were road roadtrips that I have already described, a snowtrip
through Austria and Switzerland, another for a wedding in Valencia. It was the beginning - and what a start !! - of the adventure in the TT and the time that it takes to put a project of those standing.I'm back!Friday was that day that I hadn`t had long ago: where is all stuff?! Where is everything?! And the frontlight?! And the best way to get to Alcanena without paying toll?! I left home and came back because I had forgotten the necessaire. When I was in Travanca, I turned around because I had forgotten my swimming trunks. Which house were they?!, This is not easy to change.An hour after the time of exit and having tightened and unscrewed the shad of the bike 500 times, there I was able to start. Destination: Adventure Days.Adventure Days is an event beautifully organized by Rui Baltazar and this year had the precious help of Pedrinha Motor Club.The place, the River Beach of Olhos de Agua, in Alcanena, there in the source of Alviela. A beautiful place, arranged and with a campsite on the river.After
200 km of asphalt, arrived at Alcanena, I was waiting for Marcio (Mr.
President!), And the Diogo (Team Mate), Kiko Garcia, and many good
friends that we are doing in these motorcycle adventures. Armindo and Pedro, from other motorized adventures, also came, to add even more emotion to the group.
Thus
began the spirit of Adventure Days: a sharing of stories, camaraderie,
the taste for motorcycles and the knowledge one gets when traveling; Sharing and tolerance. There is no competition but there is everything else.The first adventure of the adventure was to set up the camping tent. A Monte Campo to debut, dark green and, even for a newcomer like me,
was ready in less than 10 minutes, practically without having upset
people.Second adventure: sleeping in a tent, listening to the croaking frogs, the sound of water in the background and a starry sky. It isn`t paradise but it gives a sense of peace.On
Saturday we expected an offroad route of 200 km, excellent for the
bigtrails, between Alcanena and the dam of Montargil, with routes once
used in Portugal 1000 and Transibérico. There
was a little bit of everything, from pebble to loose sand, gravel, a
land with fine powder and numerous crossings of courses and puddles of
water. Rails for all tastes and shapes, made at good speed.As soon as we started, I fell and the good Diogo there helped me get the bike up; At the end of the day, on a descent with gravel, I fell again. And once again Diogo went there to help me. In the middle, in addition to riding a motorcycle, we respawn ourselves with regional tidbits in Ulme.Arrived at the camp, along with some minis, a comforting stone soup offered by Marcio and the rest of Pedrinha's staff. It was divine!With the strength of the soup, in the nail game, there was a real
north-south, with the northern guys (me, Armindo and Pedro) not giving any kind of chance to the southern competition, despite all the cheating they
did!During the night, the tent shook three times: "Who comes there?" Was just the wind; And then the rain. Discomforts of those who are not accustomed to these things.Sunday,
after a breakfast to accompany the section of Fafe of the Rally de
Portugal, we were waiting for another 50 km from Alcanena to the salinas
of Rio Maior. A very technical course in the Natural Park of the Serra de Aires e Candeeiros. Here
is another story, one more, of those that make the stories have a joke:
followed the Armindo in the front, followed by Pedro and Diogo and me. We at the rear of the group decided to go for an alternative that crossed a brook. The result: my bike was left standing buried in the fine sand of the bed. We wanted to gain time .. well, it was more than 40 minutes left
waiting for Baltazar and all his experience to get me out of the place.Arriving at the salinas was time for more partying and conviviality, end of adventure. In
a place of the most picturesque, saline and regional product sales, a
rich lunch, it was time for hugs and a good trip to each one. It was time for fraternization and for a short reunion.The Adventure Days were lived; So be it for many years.
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