There seems to be an endless supply of bright mornings here, so it is very easy to decide to turn the pedals. A quick check over the bike and down that hill I go.
No autopilot right turn this morning, across the flyover and carry straight on towards Joao Paulo. The first stretch of this road has some shops, one sells barbecued meat, weekends only. Just writing about the place makes me hungry. There are also hills. It may have been said that hills here do steeper better and this is my first time along this road on a bike. There are some good glimpses of the sea, and some of the nearer gardens and stuff. Trouble with the video is that the camera is underslung on the bars, so it sees less than I do.
Ultimately, this road leads to the shopping area where
Decathlon is, turns out to be three and a bit miles from home. A shame the road is not longer, it crosses the major road and then wanders up the hillside through a residential area, then back down the hill. So, a gentle about turn and as is the way here, back on the same road. Not far enough, so it made sense to ride along Beira Mar again. There are worse rides. A lot quieter than earlier in the week, along the five or so miles of this I saw at least thirty cyclists. Most of the bikes I notice here wear knobbly tyres, maybe with suspension. This is sensible just for riding the roads here, mind, even when the roads are bad, they are better than the pavements. The cycle track here ends just after the road bridge and the roads are fine to ride on after this. On the return journey however, after the marina.
I cannot bring myself to ride on the road against traffic flow. So I ride, and walk, along the pavement back to the cycle track. And then ride happily all the way to the foot of the hill that leads to home. Another sixteen miles, and a grin to celebrate them.
A very indecisive map, or maybe the rider . . .
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