Up, down, right, right, up, left, up, right, no turn back then down again…
That pretty much sums up my attempt at escaping Lisbon! Also trying to navigate on the fly with traffic on the right-side of the road, very tight blind corners then sudden drops, enough to make me wonder if I should have brought a spare set of brake disks! Then of course it rained making those fabulous cobble stones oh-so grippy!
So after an hour (and maybe a half) of trying to find my way NW and not riding onto what looked like a motorway, I broke out Mr Google and his magical ‘take me to the rail station’. This decision kept me in good health both physically and most definitely mentally.
And now here I am in Sintra. A lovely place with a Moorish Castle and some serious hills.
Up, down, right, then left then up, up again … etc.
Mid right: the train that saved me. Bottom right: a local band (I think) who were entertaining on the town square, I think related to Portugal’s independence as their were carnations everywhere.