Guimarães - Porto

We leave our idyllic campsite and head for Amarante. A nice little stretch on the Rio Tamega. We find a parking space and set off on foot, crossing the old stone bridge from the twelfth century. The balconies of the houses on the water side of the river overhang the water, often housing cafés, and of course we like to sit down there for an obligatory coffee. In the direction of Porto we take the motorway for once, but unfortunately it doesn't beep, i.e. the electronic toll didn't work. We'll see what happens. On the way to our campsite, traffic chaos breaks out. We find ourselves in various motorcades, one expensive Porsche after the other (with very pretty ladies), we weave our way past narrow streets (with the mirrors folded in) and are finally, like others, diverted by the police. Soon we see the Atlantic and our campsite is not far away. Good thing we made a reservation. It's jam-packed, but there was no alternative. Now it's time to use our bikes! We cycle along the coast of the sea and the Douro to the Gaiaquai, about 7 km. We connect well and from now on we are in the midst of life. Crowds of tourists, stag parties and us in the middle of it all. No wonder there are so many people here. Given the fantastic views of Porto's old town, the Douro with its excursion boats and not least the famous Dom Louis I bridge. We treat ourselves to a gondola ride up to the Jardim do Morro. From here we cross the bridge. We continue to the San Bento train station, which is famous for its interior. That was enough sightseeing for today, another glass of wine and beer and then we go down the steps to the lower level of the bridge and back to the bikes. There is a bite to eat in the Macabu beach bar not far from the campsite.