Rebelo Martins returns to Egypt

Joao Rebelo Martins, a multifaceted racing driver - winner in diverse forms - is an adventurer. In 2015, changed the tracks of the national speed for adventure travel all over the world, returning now to Egypt and Cross Egypt Challenge.Traveling with the colors of fluidotronica, Norfer, eni, Nau Helmets, Agência Paraíso, Arax Gazzo, Alpinestars, Hama Portugal, Oakley, Quinta do Estanho, Molfil, Rainha Muscle & Fitness, Konica Minolta, during 2015 has been to three continents and prepares to return to Africa.Repeating the African adventure, Rebelo Martins says that "Egypt and the Egyptians have marked me deeply last year. It was there that I became aware of the real taste for travel and that made me mount the Rebelo Martins Adventure project. After a year, to close this cycle, I will return. "The passion for travel, the challenge, the adventure: travel thousands of kilometers by car or bike, meet new people, new cultures, ways of being and be different.Of trips like to register moments: a landscape, a smell, a smile, feel the taste of a traditional dish made with what "the land gives" or playing a musical instrument with a unique sound.In October 2014, João Rebelo Martins started a new project of knowledge, travel, adventure.Bike, car, plane, boat or on foot, powered by a whopping engine or helped by a compressed air bottle when going to explore the depths of the sea, Rebelo Martins says learning more, contact more "alive the world in the first person, after which I was given to know the books and films of adventure, now I can be me to live them. "More important than learning it is "teaching is to transmit knowledge. At conferences I have given in secondary schools, love seeing the kids smile when I tell them my adventures, as I explain them that he had a dream and fought for it, worked for it. The dream is to travel "."No Longer Missing All" or "Rebelo Martins Adventure" are blogs run by João Rebelo Martins - with English and Portuguese version - where the driver and adventurer write the travel stories historie.On the 17th October, Rebelo Martins leaves for Egypt for an adventurous 15 days.The public presentation of the adventure will be in Multimoto - Rua Joaquim da Silva LandeauIndustrial area of ​​Oliveira de Azeméis, the 14th, at 17:45 and is already invited to attend.

29.7.15 - Porto | Zurich

Sleep deprivation, work hard: get everything ready in Loba to 25 days of absence from the country not to be felt.Pack, push the clothes inside. Let the fins but I put enough t-shirts for so long. Half of the trip is with harsh winter. The other half is hot summer.Liquid Image cameras and Hama accessories, are in Monte Campo. All conditioning. All compartmentalized.Domingos took me to the airport and Agência Paraíso, as always, did a fantastic job. After a few minutes I was on the plane, without having bought a book by Tolstoy - Death of Ivan Ilyich, I Le Carré latest in Le Carré book but they don´t have it - and a green Moleskine that will be the travel diary.The TAP flight to Zurich ran normally. As queue companions had a very fine and fancy couple, very nice: she was blonde with blue eyes, from switzerland; he Azorean, from Flores, son of Angola and with a great hair like a reggea artist.At this time the Aussie Connection is gathered in St. Gallen: barbecue, Super Bock and Gazela.My suitcase must be reduced and I`ll have to wash clothes in the middle of the trip, I have to buy some stick for trekking and forgot my pajamas - yes Mother! a drama that I have since the mid 90`s, with pajamas bought in all over the place.The great adventure has began: Australia here we go!

26.7.15 - Oliveira de Azeméis | Cambra de Vouzela | Aldeia de Pena | Oliveira de Azeméis

Sunny and warm Sunday. The Classic Racing Team achieved another victory in the Algarve; I should be there. It was another adventure ... but the great Australian adventure begins in a few days and I don`t want a homely adventure cast doubt on the trip. So I stayed for Oliveira.
Yet Multimoto gave me, for this weekend, a Kawasaki Ninja 300, celebration edition. Beautiful!
Plotted as a destination Castro Daire, a land i didn`t visited since childhood, a time when travel to Penedono didn`t include IP5.
I should be on competition, so I carry the carbon Nau Helmet and an Alpinestars top gloves,like a world champion.
Quickly I went from Oliveira de Azeméis to Albergaria, thanks to bike aerodynamics. Then it was below the threaded curves along the Vouga; a road that already dubbed as a lamprey road.
With the constant zigzag, with low and medium speed corners, I could test the excellent Ninja body, very light and agile. I found the best way to bend on this bike: the knee; and I never asked anyone to marry.
After Cedrim, following a sunny corner, several Famel, V5 and Casal, shone. A sign "for sell" reminded other times, the novelty of those bikes, such was the condition. Between 700 and 2000 euros depending on the state of recovery, the owner of an old workshop deliver its motorcycles, with original paintings and decals, which he does not like modern stuff.
After the friendly conversation, near Oliveira de Frades and lunch time, instead of following the Vouga,I turned to Cambra de Vouzela and went to the Taberna do Lavrador.
Typical food, made ahead of all: black pudding, sausage, chorizo ​​and fried bread for appetizer. Rice coming-of-garlic as a main dish and a bowl of red Silgueiros to push. Dessert? There was no space because the distance between the seat and the tank doesn`t grow.
With the bountiful repast to invite the nap, the direction of travel has changed: I went to S. Pedro do Sul spa, where it was in a medieval feast. Then I went quietly in the direction of Castro Daire.
Halfway through, the Aldeida de Pena statement made me turn left and climb to S.Macário in the far east of the Serra da Freita. From there do Aldeia de Pena is always going down by a narrow path that once should be painful.
The village is being recovered, leaving its original character. Incoming us a restaurant where, inside, we can find crafts, sausages and homemade cheeses, visitors cards. And many have there been!
With the sun falling down, I headed to Arouca. Pssing Portal do Inferno, with towering cliffs on one side and the other, I stopped the bike and photographed it with the Gobbo the abyss.
Then I went quietly to Arouca and then to home. But before reaching the capital of brown eggs yet been chatting with a couple from Munich that was lost looking for the road to Espiunca. So lost that they were I almost lost me too!

18.6.15 - Munich

This adventure end. What adventure!
But before doing an overview, I`ll tell you last night and day in Munich.
At the hostel I stay in a room with Laura - Argentina - Bilal - Canadian with Pakistani origin - and Ben, US. All very talkative, with Laura in Spanish and others in English.
I went to dinner with Bilal to Marianplatz and we talk about trips. Bilal is 19 years old and will work a month in Slovenia. Takes advantage of the holidays to meet new cultures and countries, while friends still in Canada.
After that we return to the hostel bar for a solid proof of Augustina and Franciscan. Then I met a British crazy by Formula 1 and Tiago Monteiro fnas. I also met a Swedish couple and two American. Travelling, experiences, recommending places to each other was our conversation.
This morning, like every German, I bought the metro ticket and visit the town. I could not have done it, as there is no turnstiles to pass or reviewers. Similarly, at the BMW Museum, I paid the ticket and there was no door. Whoever wanted to could come.
Tube stations are very beautiful, like authentic art installations; especially Muncher Freiheit.
I left the University and walked to Giselestrasse where I could see the city Arch and, later, the statue of WalkingMan.
The BMW Museum at present it is not quite a car museum. It is an architecture masterpiece dedicated to the customer, or potential customer, brand, telling him a story of engineering, design and technology. Before entering the museum, you are almost invited to go to the BMW space where all the group's products: from the smallest bike with training wheels for children, to the more aristocratic Rolls Royce, through M family or beautiful models of two wheels . Without forgetting Mini and all the merchandising that is there, inviting the fan using the brand it in several occasions: from a bottle of water, Puma sneakers for jogging, cases for smartphones, suitcases, toys, clothing, etc etc.
In the museum I saw cars and beautiful bikes. Unfortunately not seen any competition Art Car. Fortunately, and with great pride, the M3 GTR 24 hours of Nurburgring winner was exposed, with the flag of Portugal and Lamy name as the first driver.
I returned the city center to climb a tower and, at noon sharp, hear the bells of Marianplatz.
The farewell Munich before returning to pick up the TT were few beers and pork knuckle sandwiches greaves market.
Right now I'm at the airport in Memmingen and I am about to embark. How about the overview of the trip staying for tomorrow? Deal



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17.6.15 - Salzburg | Innsbruck | Munich

Today I woke up at dawn, a sign that I´m adapting to Central Europe time table and exposure to the sun. Thankfully, I take better day.
Salzburg was gray but nevertheless I open the car-roof. The route would be "to enjoy" and nothing better to do it with the sky as ceiling.
I went from Salzburg to Innsbruck and then to Munich without trampling highway Uáu!.
Mountains, valleys, lakes, peaks with snow; cows, sheep, horses; despite the TT snoring, I could hear the chirping of birds, and see major wings to fly over the sky. How wonderful!
Strolling through the Alps not hard to imagine where they come from all the fantastic legends with Broomhilda, Hansel and Gretel, or where Strauss was inspired to compose if the Blue Danube or Spring Voices.
Come to Innsbruck, the idea was to see the city. However, when I saw ski jumps stadium, I could not resist to go there. Surprised me the space, the TV looks much bigger and wider. I was lucky to see athletes training and could see up close for the first time, the flight of bats. Then up to the complex's restaurant terrace and I had an overview of the Alps. Beautiful!
The road between Innsbruck and Munich's is to dream for. By little curves and for being virtually made next to a lake of clear green water.
With such scenery, I stopped at the Panorama restaurant and I was meditating on the water. I think it served me a breaded and the beer was good. But that was the least important.
This road crossed me with hundreds of bikes of all kinds and shape, with all possible plates. I feel biker - despite being on four wheels - greeted them all as the staff of the bikes do.
Munich is chaotic, with works on all major arteries. Nevertheless, the city is essential. Huge churches, as well as the main buildings, showing the might of the Empire.
The city is multicultural, few Germans and I met on the street, in comparison with tourists and emigrants.
Speaking of emigrants, I saw a tiny manifestation, where a spokesman said the Islamic State was identical to National Socialism. Across side of manifestation, behind the riot police, a group of young people with Arab appearance were trying to make more noise than speaker. I think it would be more police than demonstrators, powders and against.
After strolling through the gardens along the river went to the market, drink a beer.
Tomorrow, before you go home, I go to the BMW museum.

14.06.15 - Budapest | Bratislava

Budapest by night ... or the best that the East has to offer, with a real cicerone. Teixeira has always been the right PR to go out and all this years in Hungary only have improved this quality. VIP bracelet and here we go!
Budapest has an extraordinary offer, which can either go from simple drink, to the most wild party with limousine and models able to make hide the girls from Hefner's mansion.
After having dined at nice restaurant under the hostel - the worst hostel that there is nothing like I've been to! - We follow walking to a bar in the city center.
The big hits of the disco club with few years and an environment to Fashion TV style was what we found. Then we went to the most recent and famous clubs of Budapest, Rio Club, on the Danube.
International DJ`s, gorgeous women and a fun night. If I say the time that over, say it was early. Walking at the pace you walk during the day, there are those who question how I rest!
In the morning I was still strolling on the banks of the Danube, enjoying the bridges, the castle and palaces. On the tour I was proud to see the posters to announce the Maria João Pires, as the great pianist. ... Then I follow the Danube to Bratislava.
(A Hungarian border with Slovakia will be forever in my memory. There is the historical significance of the border or the peculiarity of it. I can not remember how the border, to tell the truth.

Cross the Hungarian border with Slovakia will be forever in my memory because I saw something that left me with a dry throat, without air in the lungs, as if someone had punched me in the stomach. Looking at the stomach, it is not there: they put a hand inside me and removed the entrails.
Cross the Hungarian border with Slovakia will stay with me forever because I lived a time when he wanted to cry and couldn`t, wanted to vomit and didn`t leave.
I do not live in a perfect world and I know that there are things that, sooner or later, take place. I know that; we all know but we are never prepared. In a world of princes and princesses wouldn`t happen but so many times, my fault, this world became a great imperfection.
Moments like those who lived are those that make us reflect and lay down. Moments like those who lived are those who often speak at conferences and talks, where I say that the important thing is the goal and we have to have a lighthouse where we look when we lose our way.
My goal is to reach Memmingen and there, catch the plane home. That's where I'm going to look.)
Arrived in Bratislava, I had the same feeling a few years ago when I was Prague, "is this ?! This is said to be beautiful ?!".
Fortunately entering the Gothic maze of downtown all changes and fail to see the housing boxes of yesteryear.
The city, the historical part, is beautiful and the people living on the street, from the walls to the Danube. Despite being Sunday, the trade is open, there are several bazaars and everything vibrates.
Before returning to the hostel to write to you and take a quick shower, I went to Lidl to buy food for the next day: biscuits, water, snacks. In a little while I go to a jazz concert.
With a gray sky and a scorching heat, a thick rain fell from the sky. They did not get to wet the floor (not to wash anything).

12.6.15 - Salzsburg | Ljubljana

The sun soon peeked through the bedroom window, reminding me I had many kilometers to do.
For breakfast I ate some snacks that he had brought from Portugal and headed trip; before I had to buy the highway tiquet - a kind of green way inclusive of all tolls - to circulate freely in Austria: 8 euros.
When I reached the hotel car park instead of trucks parked yesterday, I could find various sportscar. Two caught my attention: a Mercedes C 63 AMG and Porsche 997 GT3. They were led by women.
I headed south, toward Slovenia, chasing the heat. Despite starting the day with 19ºC and have come to take 29 ° C, green Alps who followed me the whole trip had covered ridge of snow. Authentic walls of hundreds of meters rise up in the air and reduce us to our tiny size.
I crossed with hundreds of bikes in all roads and, after Villach, during a stop for an ice cream, found three tricycles full of power and with some paintings to attract attention to taste .. So much power that in addition to its robust owners , hauled rolotes!
Cross the border from Austria to Slovenia, after a few kilometers, I turned to Bled. On the freeway had an indication of Jezera, and I learned a few years ago in Croatia, which has Jezere is because there is something extremely beautiful to see.
A lake of clear water and castles around. What a treat!
I not dived because I wanted to get there early to Ljubljana.
Reached the capital and installed on Sax Hostel - fantastic, really cute, and friendly people and released very clean - I took a walk.
What a beautiful place. A cozy capital, who lives to the music. I walked downtown and I went up to the castle. I try traditional flavors in the street food festival. I met Lara that promoted the game with England. I went to the market of vegetables and flowers - that beautiful cherry and currants. I heard a sound check for a concert that saw be in a bit: classical music, tango, jazz, played by a band that had an accordion, piano, violin, viola and bass.
In a moment begins the Slovenia-England and the city is ready to party!

By these days...

.. the bike has been standing in the garage and the work has growing at Loba; before moving on to a new adventure, I have to leave everything organized.
However, also in these days, I've been entertained by the orders of chief Roças and CCD Porto staff, at Senhora da Hora pool, preparing myself to dive.
Mask on the face, I have been feeling like those fish that inhabit the walls of aquariums.
I want to go to sea, to dive and see life, to observe octopus and small fish before going to the warm seas where reigns the "big fish". I'm

still not ready but the day will come.

Cross Egypt Challenge 2015

Wonder how it´s gonna be Cross Egypt Challenge 2015?
Watch Alex Chacon 2014 video, with João Rebelo Martins and many other friends, and get an idea.

João Rebelo Martins talks about is adventure

Diving: a new world

Last year, when I went to the Cross Egypt Challenge, I loved (very much!) swimming in the Red Sea. It isn`t a "continent to visit" but it is a spot on the map, an emblematic location of great beauty that separates Africa from Asia. We had three steps ended on the beach and before the sun set, it was mandatory to put the feet in the sand.
A beautiful blue and quiet sea!
While there, the worst happened - if one can say it's bad! - was seeing Drew and other friends went on a boat to go diving  20 meters deep, and I stayed on the beach.
I can also remember other magnificent places for diving and I've only saw ... ships! Mozambique, Malta, Croatia, Brazil, Azores. There, the most I did was snorkeling.
So almost almost tripping to Australia and don´t be shark fins counting from the sand, from today, I`ll do a diving course.
Finally I can swim in the depths alongside the fish, s
ee the wild sea life and delight me in the Great Barrier Reef in Cairns.

3 Year Epic Selfie - Around the World in 360° Degrees - Part II

Alex Chacon, João Rebelo Martins partner in Cross Egypt Challenge, launch this fantastic video. Enjoy it!

5.5.15 - Hamburg

Hamburg is a fantastic city, in the true city and fantastic term. Not far behind other world cities, mixing his old  pompous with modern architecture, giving it a strength, a life that not all can boast. A city of pirates which is reinvented every day!
For dinner, Daniel showed me the Blockbraü, opposite the Elbe, with a superb terrace and a good beer. Nuremberg sausages with cabbage and beer tastes like heaven in early evening.
The view for the harbor, very industrial, very mechanical, marine, like any great platform should be, at dusk, with a reddish sun reflecting on brick and glass buildings, gave him a unique atmosphere, making it difficult to match. Following dinner beer still followed other after other, there in Blockbraü and in St. Pauli.
St.Pauli is a street where there is everything imaginable through the night: restaurants, bars with live music, strip bars, "red neon" bars, adults films cinemas, sex shops, art galleries with erotic themes, a steel installation in memory of the Beatles, etc. etc ..
I went to a very fancy, very fashion sexshop with worthy shades of best Venice carnival and bodices to remember Marie Antoinette. Beside, an art gallery with paintings of various authors who create sex scenes. Tourists and more tourists from various backgrounds of the globe, and it was noticed, with several experiences of it.
After this "sexual adventure," the only I must say, I went to a bar that was called "Indian Cowboy", which was full of pieces, guitars and posters to remember hard rock. The band was on stage had a look middle-aged guys, living their younger years: Harley t-shirts , jackboots, head scarves, sunglasses, earrings, playing Fender. The music? U2, Eagles and a few commercial hits. In fact, the people who really like Harleys have a taste a little doubtful; right Drew?!
The return to the hotel was underground, listening to the German version of "Ó Joana," from Marco Paulo. All people laughing and expense of it, I met Christiane, from Jena, making the evening more enjoyable for a few minutes.
The hostel ... has that style. I did not see or hear anything that was waiting. In fact, I had the best pillow trip and the breakfast this morning was very good. Speaking of breakfast, all that room appeared to have been taken from a film: red and purple velvet chairs, antique furniture, Edith Piaf on the sound system and, next to me, a couple: she blonde and too high, he was short, dark with a mustache to remember Hercule Poirot!
During the day was hot and sunny, 17 ° C, but interspersed with rain at lunchtime.
I walk through the city, the port, the monuments and churches, the canals and the lakes abound of swans, ducks and geese. So much life, so much color, architecturally well framed. By grandeur of the buildings I felt small. Hamburg is a vibrant, cosmopolitan and fancy city. I entered in art gallery to see Roy Lichenstein and other pop artists, see the latest news and products from Originals and went to a shoe store to see customize Hunter and Dr. Martens.
Want an advice? Go there, worth a quick getaway.

4.5.15 - Copenhagen | Hamburg

Yesterday, at the end of the day, once again, i went to sleep a nap before dinner.
After that, when i was looking for a restaurant at an affordable price - almost impossible in Copenhagen - saw a poster of a jazz club. I entered, I left running to go eat the first thing to appear ahead, and went back to get to watch a jam session, old-fashioned.
A saxophonist and fixed bass and drums and guitar were running. Great quality! The bar was full to the door, not even fit more people and everyone vibrate with music.
With that lay down more than what wanted but woke up at the same time: seven in the morning.
Contrary to what has been usual, today rain flashed down and therefore the trip was very wet. Before leaving the hostel put the rainsuit, to doesn`t get soaked. It looked like a sausage but at least it was dry.
With the rain and especially with the very wind that was felt - I got to ride almost 45 degrees in the middle of the highway - had to change the travel plan. So instead of going for Odense and cross the longest bridge in Europe (so they say, but I always suspect when they tell me "the greatest anything" or "the best in the world"), I went for Rodji, saving 140 km and can prevent further complications. That was Friday route. At the races I always knew that to win you need to end; Here, in order to write the adventures later in the day, rested in the hotel, I have to get right to it. So in the name of security, I changed the route.
En route linking Copenhagen to Hamburg bumped me with trucks Volkswagen and Peugeot of Swedish teams in the world Rallycross; I was also stopped because a truck was burning at full highway and blocked traffic.
But worst of all was the same wind. With the monster weight of Triumph, I had to stay maximum focused because the bike often literally followed the downwind, tired me physically and psychologically.
On the ferry was time to take the latest photos with decorated bike, since arrive to Hamburg went returns it to the Triumph.
When I was here on Thursday, the taxi driver advised me to clear the room I had booked at the Ibis and looking for another in the city center. So I did, scoring the cheapest hostel I found.
Between casinos, porn cinemas, sex shops, African fruit shops, kebab and other questionable hotels, is mine.
Here you hear a French from Ghana or Mali,  burcas like in Afghanistan, the better (or worse) of Eastern Europe, an entire underworld of multiculturalism that makes the free city of Hamburg has always been.
The outer shade of the hotel is blue but inside the predominant red, pink and black, carpeted with floral motifs and wallpaper to tend to the former. Abound gilded mirrors, "artistic" nude statues and photo, also naked. In one of the levels you have a former movable with various Kamasutra positions and the walls are leather and velvet.
For the first impression, I'm sure photos of this hotel came directly those of Taschen books, like "Motel Festiche".
The face of other guests, there are so many who came, like me, of deception; then there are others who seem to repeat customers.
As a friend of mine would say in such a situation: just spend the night alone if you want. Scary


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2.5.15 - Copenhagen | Malmö | Lund

Last night I ventured even for a Danish typically bars outside the tourist area. But the night ended up in the hostel bar,drinking beers, chating with Laura - Colombian and social sciences teacher - and the receptionist, who had kid's face but had lived 18 months backpacking through Asia.
Today the sun awoke to make us smile. Despite the cold, the golden rays felt very well, making the trip much more enjoyable.
Copenhagen left early to cross the bridge and continue the journey by Sweden. Crossing the Baltic, linking Denmark to Sweden was, for me, the reason for this trip.
So thrilled, I crossed the majestic bridge, thinking that bridges approaching people, countries, cultures, religions, promoting the exchange of views and making us move towards a better world. Thinking that, i forgot the toll for motorcycles, only costs 25 euros!
With this, smilling, I came to Malmo. What a pleasant surprise: the city is much more interesting than ever could imagine.
I went to the beach area and, leaning against the dunes, a huge city park with several lakes and animals, where families practiced sport, made picnics, playing, etc. etc .. In this place I could see proof style Iron Man, where the brave ran through the sand, the sea, they leaped on ropes and a series of feats.
Then follow to the center. A mixture of old buildings, brick, with modern glass and steel of the shipping companies and major consultants.
Here is the famous bronze sculpture of Carl Fredrik Reuterswärdv in an appeal to world peace.
A beautiful Protestant church and place of my lunch, the rail road station.
The old part of the station was transformed into a kind of market of Bom Sucesso, or Ribeira, or La Boqueira, or San Miguel, or wherever they want to call.
A beautiful and friendly maid advised me a smoked fish with potatoes in the oven and sour sauce. A beer. Divine!
After lunch it was time to ride to Lund, a small university town full of new people and bicycles.
The church, though austere and have taken a recent restoration (World War?), It is quite beautiful with a lower chamber with mortuary chapels of people of other important times.




The city center looks like a doll house, very cozy, with people eager to take advantage of sun each and every space to savor: shorts and short sleeve, with stunning 13ºC.

1.5.15 - Hamburg | Copenhagen

Hamburg hostel was on the outskirts and had a bunk bed with a horrible mattress. He had set the alarm for seven-to-five was already awake ...
With that, I managed to leave the hostel at seven and have time to miss me for Hamburg before heading to Copenhagen. Literally.
Threatened rain but it didn`t appear until Fehmarn.The Triumph behaves like a luxury saloon, weighs, but with great engine. It has all possible and imaginary extras and provided a pleasant journey.
It was its size that caught the attention of a group of Germans who traveled to Sweden in its Maxi-Trail. "It's not too heavy?"; I let it fall, when we stopped at ferry and they helped lift can, of course, assess whether or not it was heavy. With that I got company on the journey to Copenhagen.
In Fehmarn, bikes access to Ferry, had a huge post full of stickers clubs, brands and other things related to motorcycles. I put the a Roadgalaxy sticker for the next travelers see it!
The ferry is a real frontier on water, dividing the German from Denmark, Baltic full. With free shops, restaurants and laser zones, 45-minute drive pass quickly.
Shortly after passing the border the rain appeared and quickly gave way to hail. One of the Germans shot out by the edge of the highway while trying to stop the bike. It was a sign and time to wear the rainsuit.
Windy and rain proceeded trip to Copenhagen. In the Danish capital we were treated to sunshine.
They went to Sweden and I stayed here.
The holtel, compared to yesterday is a five-star hotel. I left the bike there and went out to walk the center of Copenhagen.
I saw lakes, palaces, the Botanical Gardens, Tivoli. I drink a beer in Nyhavn.
In Copenhagen we can breathe calm.
On the street I was approached by two UNICEF boys to make themselves known to the organization. One was Nepalese; He was very touched when I asked how was his family ...
After all the emotions I returned to the hostel to tell them to you



and take a nap.

30.4.15 - Hamburg

Traveling is fantastic!
Today arrived late afternoon to Hamburg, a Ryanair flight and didn`t see the city; for tht, I wasn`t to write anything on the blog. And I don`t have pictures.
However happened to me two simply delicious things, those who clearly demonstrate why the pleasure of travel.
A few days ago, when i was chatting with a friend, she said that when I related travel only referred people and hardly ever the country. I said that countries still there and people make them special. And that's what happened.
I had combined with bike rental company that came to nine at night, since the plane landed at eight. However, the bags where delayed and I was couldn`t arrive in time to the shop. I called and attended a fax ...
At the door from Hamburg Airport I caught a taxi to take me to the place. The taxi driver, Indonesian, retired from  Siemens, where he worked for over thirty years as an engineer, who loves Portugal - Porto, S. Jacinto, Aveiro, Lisbon, Sintra and Cascais - , seeing my distress, tried to call the rental company. In vain.
Fortunately, when we arrived at the place, there were people waiting for me, also very friendly.
My friend Indonesian, as had done little for me, wait for me hand over the bike - a blue Triumph - and insisted on driving me to the hostel where I am at this time installed.
Wonder!
The hostel is on the outskirts of Hamburg, in a quiet street and where nothing happens. After making my bed and unload the bike bags, I went to dinner. I went into the first restaurant I saw: a Subway.
The owner or manager asked where I was from and when I said Portugal, made a party. When I told him I was going to ride a bike around, sympathy tripled; time to pay the sandwiches said "is on the house." He is Palestinian, has a Polish employee and another Bulgarian.
We were only three in the restaurant and gets a Spanish. "It seems the Olympic village!" Said Palestinian friendly.
The trip has not yet begun and already paid off.

26.4.15 - Monsaraz | Flor da Rosa | Oliveira de Azeméis

Sunday woke up gray, rainy and cold.
After it has rained all night, it was quite muddy.
The morning meeting of adventurers dragged on due to the rain that fell copiously.
Sunday's stage contemplated 100 km, very technical and difícult.Beasides that conditions I had to ride another 400 km to get home.
At day before the Versys had already proved to everyone that, despite its vocation to tarmac, she is plenty good on gravel. But was mud and tires weren`t the most appropriate, at all.
I made a difficult decision: abdicated Sunday's stage and, for safety reasons, returned home early. The return trip was the same road that had come; but with different stops.
Monsaraz to Reguengos yet been buffeted by rain but then the sun came out and made the trip very enjoyable.
Alter do Chão had to take a detour because, at the expense of TVI and its Sunday programs, the road was cut off in the town center.
A few kilometers further on, I left the IC linking Portalegre and entered the old national road, near the Coudelaria Nacional and Crato station.
The road is beautiful, and from there to Flor da Rosa, through curves, bridges, mystical lands and full of meaning for the history of Portugal, recalled old times (here, or here). So good!
I stopped at Flor da Rosa, in front of the monastery, nd like D.Nuno Alvares Pereira, posed "my horse".
After evoking O Condestaval, it was time to return. No more stops, I thought ...
Until cross A23, I was little shower, but after that, a thunderstorm came over me.
Rain, rain, rain and more rain. Added to that, a very strong wind that made the ride very difficult and freeze the bones.
Skip Proenca-a-Nova was painful. The reach Figueiró dos Vinhos, I decided to stop under a bridge to shelter me. The rain was so much and came from all sides might as well not have stopped.
Quietly followed him to Coimbra and, even more quietly, faced traffic N1, in full sunday.
It was a hard return and fortunately I got well.

25.4.15 - The Great Lake

I woke up in Monsaraz, by the sound of birds chirping at 6:30 in the morning. Today was "the" great day, that I put the Versys on gravel.
Before the stage start, the staff of bikes with studded tires looked at me askance and friendly ironic chat.
I joined Miguel, Diogo, Pedro, Luis and João, the night before group and headed to where the GPS sent; Olivenza, in Spain.
To get there were 100 km of rubble, soil, mud, sand, rivers. There was a bit of everything and all the Versys transposed it like dog like a bone.
But it wasn`t all facilities! At about 15 km, a sharp decline with loose soil and a hole, the front wheel was where I didn`t want to and I went down the bike. "It happens," I thought. "Only me, I'll be the laughing stock of the group," rethought. Well, I just debuted the floor. From there it was such a personal view out of the bikes in unorthodox positions. Craft things.
Getting around the Alentejo plain has the particularity that we might come across animals of many species. Besides bulls and cows, donkeys, horses, pigs, storks, hares, foxes, goats, I got to know the "corkscrew tails"; is a species of ferret but with a larger tail.
Arrived in Olivenza, I came with the idea of ​​regaining and the rest of the group with ideas to have lunch. We chose the second, we left the track and headed to the gokart track restaurant.
With new forces, it was time to return to Portugal.
Villanueva del Fresno - "A Esquina" - and the Mourão Castle were the last stops before reaching the camp in Monsaraz.
Before dinner there was still time for a gin taste proof at Sharish distillery.
After dinner, with the bike well stopped, was time for more Sharish.