|Overlook of the town of Castelo de Vide|
Luiz was a font of information. He brought out bike bags filled with inner tubes, Allen wrenches, pumps, locks and GPS systems. He gave each of us a booklet that explained the details of each day from the length of the route, the best places to have lunch, the location of public toilets, the best sight seeing options along the way and endless other useful information. His smiling relaxed manner put us at ease – or maybe that was the port? No matter. After the main information was shared, Luiz presented each of us with a Portugal Bike biking jersey and my favorite gift – a pair of green and yellow arm warmers. At the end of the briefing he told us to take a short break and meet him on the street in front of the pousada to check out our bicycles.
The street was very narrow, barely wide enough for a single compact vehicle to pass through. It was paved with cobblestones that looked as if they had been placed there several hundred years previously. We returned to our rooms and pulled out our bike shoes and helmets. We were appropriately nervous – worried that the gear systems, pedals and bike sizes would be right. Luiz allayed our concerns immediately. One by one along the tiny bumpy street, Luiz adjusted pedals, seat posts and gear levers until we all felt comfortable. We stored the bikes away in a safe place provided by the pousada, bade Luiz goodbye and agreed to meet back at the dining room at 7:30 pm. We were tired having flown from London and New York respectively many hours before.
|The Flor da Rosa Pousada|
|Groin Vault Ceilings|
|The Temple of Diana in Évora|