October 6, 2016

What, no pictures?  No, not one.

If you ask me anything about the places we have cycled through today I wouldn’t be able to tell you much.  It has been a day of cycling not for pleasure, but for getting from A to B.  The roads have not allowed for anything else.  The traffic is constant and the potential for being killed great.  The road edge is a succession of obstacles to negotiate, but swinging out into the path of the traffic is not an option – potholes, grates, piles of gravel, trenches, humps, parked vehicles – all of which takes total concentration.  We are in the busiest part of Portugal for holidaymakers and much of the traffic is coaches  and mini buses coming to and from Faro airport to the numerous resorts in this part of the Algave.  This part of Portugal is not for us.

We make a detour inland around the city of Faro, come back down to the coast, ending the day about 15 kilometres from the border with Spain.  Tomorrow will see us on home territory with about 450 kilometres to go.  We’ll be making our own route back, not following any official path, which we’re quite looking forward to.