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

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3.5.15 - Lund | Helsingborg | Helsingör | Copenhagen

Yesterday, after writing the text, having a nap and showered, went out to dinner. I went to a terrace but, over time, the cold was increasing, and so I decided to sit inside at the counter. On the wall, the poster of 1971 Barcelona 1000 Km, with the silhouette of a 917. The employee told me it was just great racing fan and had two Peugeot 205 to go to the track-days. It isn`t difficult to imagine that we are talking about almost all dinner.
Today, once again the sun decided to show up very early and energetic morning.
With an hour late - the hostel was full of technology and home automation but as always, there has to be a human hand and that hand was needed to open the garage door where was the bike - I left Lund and went towards Helsingborg . On the highway, the little more than 50 km, free riding.
When I stopped the bike, stopped two Harleys beside me. A Swedish and a Croatian emigrant from Zadar, both calling them selves John, but in their languages. We chat and I showed them this blog.
I went up to the castle tower and had the perception of the importance of sea control - Denmark is in sight, just 20 minutes by boat - from ancient times.
Before catching the ferry strolled the marina and saw immense small jellyfish in these waters.
I crossed the Baltic and found myself once again in the state of Denmark.
I follow the coast to Copenhagen. So beautiful!
Small beaches, many sailboats, villages with beautiful houses and fell into the landscape. The style of the houses, the location and the amount of Aston Martin, Porsche and Ferrari that crossed me, was easily noticed with a luxurious area, very fancy. But it was not pretentious or opulent.
I crossed myself with hundreds of motorcycles, Harleys and other Choopers, resembling the Vikings; and we are on their land.
In this part of the trip I opened the Nau visor and let in the smell of the sea. Uhmm so good!
I came to Copenhagen and went to the hostel right in the center, leaving the bike and change. Again I wandered around town, seeing what had not yet seen: the Mermaid statue, David by Michelangelo, Museum of Design, and a few more streets that seemed interesting.
The statue of the mermaid, on my eyes, look good framed with the boy of Brussels dick: it is so small that disenchanted the lowest expectations.
Between crepes and beer, just end the afternoon in Nyhavn sunbathing and listening to a street musician singing hits from 90`s.

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.

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.

17.2.15 - Oliveira de Azeméis | S.Jacinto | Barra | Oliveira de Azeméis

After days filled with cold, ice and snow, it feels good to return to Portugal and be bathed by our winter sun.
Tuesday Carnival and masked adventurer, rode the BMW to give a little back in the neighborhood. Hygienic back some might say!
I left home and headed to Cais do Bico, in Murtosa. People disguised as a kite surfers, disguised as the other line fishermen, were my company from the Bico to Varela Bridge. The bridge, a thin silhouette stands imperceptible on the horizon, uniting people.
I took an open Nau Helmet and the sea came to me through the nostrils and followed to the stomach: barnacles and burriés.

After the campsite and the nature reserve followed by sand dunes and then to the beach of S. Jacinto.
The deserted beach and the sea rough transmitted peace; despite the wind, it feels very good.
It was time to continue towards the goal: crossing by ferry to Aveiro and photograph the middle of Ria.

At 16:20 o'clock, the ferry slowly crossed the channel, putting bare the air base, the estuary, the lighthouse and the commercial port.



The sun, beautiful, hot, slowly lowered to the water level and so it was.

1.1.15 - Oliveira de Azeméis | Caramulo | Oliveira de Azeméis

First day of the year and it's time to start setting goals for the objectives of the year. In 2015 I will dedicate myself also to travel around. Bike, car, train, airplane; of whatever. I want to know new places, new people and cultures.
I got up early and tied the Monte Campo on the bike. I looked at the map and decided to take a tour of places that i didn´t for a long time.
I left Oliveira de Azeméis and headed to Vale de Cambra to enter the road of S. Pedro do Sul. Few kilometers and had the first stop of the day: The Eng. Duarte Pacheco dam, along with Roge.
Breathes tranquility that little piece of paradise. Near Serra da Freitas, could put the legend Bariloche that few would have given the difference. Wonderful, sublime, the trip had been worth it for that landscape.
Follow way to Oliveira de Frades, a cold coil that accompanies every corner of the mountain, a constant up and down. A road that passes through Cepelos, Junqueira and Arões, mythical names of rallying.
Reached Oliveira de Frades, I headed to Caramulo. Always going up!
No longer would there since my last participation on the hillclimb, in 2011. The town is so friendly and picturesque, along with the villages around them. Witn no racing, everything takes a different rhythm, much more calm and quiet.
Go up to the Cabeço de Neve and had lunch: one sandwiche. Then followed by a dirt road that connects the various electric windy towers

. I saw the Serra da Estrela, Serra da Freitas and the sea.
The way back home was by Agueda along a road with nested curves and at three in the afternoon had not yet dried. I went through several streams that after Pateira of Fermentelos, help fill the Vouga.
More than 150 km of knowledge, to revive the places where had passed. It was a good day 1 January.