Portuguese Bike Ride 11th-August-2009

Garry McGivern’s Portuguese bike ride, Tuesday 11th-August-2009 Loule to Figueira near Vila Do Bispo. 71 Miles. I was up bright and early this morning, keen to get back on my bike. I had told Ann and Colin not to bother getting up to see me off, as I’d said my goodbyes last night. But Ann, the lovely lady, insisted on getting up and cooking me breakfast. After thanking Ann once again for her and colin’s hospitality. And for looking after my bike and gear for the past few months, I was on the road.

Dogs by bike
Thanks for looking after my bike. Ann and Colin’s dogs

I’d only been on the road for about half an hour when I had a case of déjà vu! I got chased by a couple of dogs! Thankfully I was going downhill, so it wasn’t a problem! I do hope this isn’t going to be a regular occurrence again!

Apart from being chased by dogs first thing this morning, it’s been a quiet day and not too hilly either. The only problem I’ve got is keeping hydrated! I don’t seem to be able to get enough fluids in me! I must have drunk at least 10 litres of water, plus countless bottles of fizzy drinks, yet I’ve not been to the toilet once all day! And what was a red t-shirt when I set off this morning is now white, from sun bleaching!

Time To Stop

In the end, the heat got a bit too much for me. And I stopped riding around three o’clock as soon as I came across a campsite although I got a bit of a surprise when I went to check in!

The girl at reception asked which area I wanted to stay in as the campsite was in two parts! The camp that I was at, or I could go down the hill to the “acampamento naturista” they both cost the same, “the what?” I said “the acampamento naturista, the naturista, naturisten, FKK-campingplatz, naturist camping!” said the girl “oh no, just normal camping, please!” I replied quickly, once I’d realised what she was talking about! “Are you sure?” she asked once more. “quite sure, thank you, just one night in the clothed area, I don’t think the world is ready for me to become a naturist!” I replied.

After finding a shady spot to pitch my tent, I went and had a nice cold shower! Although five minutes after the shower, I was back to square one, and the sweat was pouring off me again!

Later in the evening, curiosity got the better of me, and I went to investigate the other part of the campsite, the one down the hill! I started to walk nonchalantly down the hill, pretending I didn’t know where I was going! I didn’t get very far. I lost my nerve and started to feel like a peeping Tom, and turned back to my tent!

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