First Ride to Porto

It was 1pm and we were all set, helmets on, baggage loaded, ready to embark on day one of our journey to Portugal. But at the click of the red button, the silence of a quiet motor that would not start was deafening. It was obvious, our next stop was to be the local garage.

Three hours later, after a nice lunch with friends (Dani and Tis) by the waterfront,and a wave of electrical, engine and battery testing that proved nothing wrong, we finally set off from Vigo.

"Warmth, sun, speed, beautiful coastlines, old villages, salty smells, sea spray, ferry ride, cold, wind, dark, pressure, headlights, speeding trucks, fumes" - The ride was more than I ever imagined and I wouldn´t have wanted to be anywhere else but behind Enrique as he expertly worked the motorcycle. By 9pm, we were in Porto.