In Portugal.

The next day, we all met up to head out of town and see some sights. We set off south and found our way to a quiet seaside town called Sesimbra. I say quiet, but it was mid-May so it was hardly high season. However, the sun shone and the warmth was the only encouragement we needed to discard the leathers and make some vitamin D. A stroll along the prom and we were every inch the typical English tourists abroad.

Soaking up some sun.

A little further along was a sight to gladden Tony’s heart, him being a man who’s partial to a cold beer,that is.

Tony's home from home.

After all the excitement, Tony decided to head back so we set off alone to check out further down the coast. We found a wild and virtually deserted area with sheer cliffs and the Atlantic waves crashing below.

Beautiful and deserted.

Spectacular cliffs drop into the Atlantic.

There was also one of these, whatever it is. Seriously, if you know what this is, or was, for, answers to the comments column please.

If this is 'Moorish', give me more.

Solitary lighthouse on the clifftop.

As the evening drew in, we headed back to our room to rest up before starting off towards home tomorrow.

It was at this point that I decided there weren’t enough pictures of my bike on the post so far so here’s one to rectify the situation, taken outside our chalet just outside Lisbon.

Not enough pictures of my bike on this post.

Next day, we set off North East but as the day wore on, some huge thunderclouds were building all around. Luck was with us though and apart from some wet roads here and there, we missed the worst of it. Our evening and night was spent at Castelo Branco, a pleasant, very Portuguese town with a good line in fountains and lots of Storks. We don’t get Storks in the UK so it’s always fun to see their huge nests with their ungainly occupants when I visit Iberia.

Ladies and Gentlemen, we present Castelo Branco.

Two of the locals look on.

Next day, the weather had cleared again and we took one of the smaller, more obscure border crossings, where we said our goodbyes to Portugal and Ola again to sunny Spain.

We finally leave Portugal behind.

Tony and Anne's Harley FXR on the Spanish border.

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