Pedro

No worries, I'm happy to keep the january one if everyone prefers that way.

To be honest, YOU wouldn't anyway

Cool bikes. When they came out I used to peek at the speedometers on bikes parked to marvel at the "320kmh"!

Went on a walk around the neighborhood streets, don't know what all this is about, it was cold but nice early evening view to the Tejo and faraway Lisbon

That's mostly because Husqvarna is a cooler brand that bothers with making an effort that their bikes don't look like a mosquito's ass.

By the time he’s done they’ll look like were shot by a professional photographer yesterday, on an amazing sunset and he’ll be looking like a movie star.

still looking fine after a few twisties in southern Portugal, and surprisingly comfortable on corners.

Prettiest Ducati ever!

If they can handle Fabrizio Meoni on a big twin at 200kmh over rough rocky desert they can handle anything. Except rain

Nothing cooler than shiny new adventure smelling tires on a big bike. More so a classic T63 or Desert!

Yes, there’s a Honda in there! Factory rider at the time?

Cuteness overload!

Obviously you’ve been places together…

Sounds about right

That's very cool, to make your interpretation of what it would have been.

But only if you don't complain the next day.

Saw a guy do that the other day on a Tenere 700, ride around with a leg dangling down around town. Must be something people think is cool or maybe they just need to be ready for instant stopping Hence, they're twats.

They’re twats

I wanted that to last for 500kms, instead it only went for around 10

Actually, to my back there were two or three "van-life" vans just parked, and there were a couple of guys sitting on the other side of the hut. Even the germans were cold, but indeed it was pretty nice to have the space to myself. What you don't see in the pictures is the annoying dance music the brazilian ladies think suited the location

The bear was cleaner in the wild

That's weird, it looks like the guys takes such good care of it.

Didn't really feel like waking up too early because I would be taking mostly very twisty roads on the Algarvian hills and there must be a lot of frost from overnight. Walking to breakfast I check out the bike and it's pretty dry (blessed Algarve weather) except the seat, the little grooves on the seat were filled with frost and started to show when scratched. This is very barbaric, one does not sit on ice wearing jeans, that's not a good way to start the day! After a nice breakfast of fruit and a fresh cheese sandwich with orange juice, the nice lady provided me with kitchen paper to tend to the seat. All nice and dry I head out with the sun on my back on a blue sky sharp morning. Didn't go more than a few kms before the first stop, just for you guys. This is a Casa de Cantoneiros (House of Roadmen), back in the day teams of guys in charge of keeping roads in good condition used to stay in these. This is a very nice example of one that's been renovated maintaining the original looks, a lot of them are abandoned and neglected on the side of the road. Like I said, my favourite stretch of the N2: As I go onto the hills it doesn't get warmer The Algarve you don't see on tourism brochures, now sadly being discovered by journalists on motorcycle launches, I had it all to myself today, and saw no motorcycles and hardly any cars on the road until late in the morning A little past 11AM I'm on the Monchique hilltop: the cafe is closed so no chance of the expresso I was dreaming of, the wind is immense and bitterly cold, and there's a crowd of french guys on dirtbikes. I feel colder standing there than riding the bike, but the sky is clear and the ocean in the distance is shining so bright that I go for a little climb on some rocks to get a better view. This is near Sagres and the edge of Portugal and Europe, on the previous pictures you're looking at the south shore, on the following picture towards the west. From the top of the hill, after 15 or 20 minutes of very steep narrow roads I'm heading west on a nice fast road, now heading to my favourite location on this shore to say hello to the place, and then Sagres. First, a work stop sitting on a picnic table on the Atlantic forest. Fields don't look like we're in December My favourite stop on this coast, at the end of a short dirt road near Vila do Bispo. It was a beautiful day to be here Following a short 6 or 8 km dirt road, and a few kms of tarmac that showed that millennials can't drive while filming instagram clips holding their phones out the window to document how great van life is, I find a closed lighthouse and move on to find a place to eat something while deciding where to go. I enjoyed the very forgettable burger made special by the great humor of the two brazilian ladies running the ple and the homemade garlic mayonnaise, plenty good enough for a lunch snack at 15:00 on a cold day. I didn't feel like staying around in the Algarve in the cold and hadn't been home in a long while, so just had a coffee, jumped on the bike and a little after sunset I was getting home. Good bimble!