tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-46094321531361096362024-03-07T04:09:36.496+00:00 AC - Trilhos e Aventuras"Este Blog pretende ilustrar as minhas aventuras pedestres, de mota ou em bicicleta, partilhando-as com os amigos ou quem visite esta singela página"AChttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00332903891471448032noreply@blogger.comBlogger1292125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4609432153136109636.post-77559689996368487222019-03-24T22:45:00.001+00:002019-03-24T22:47:07.985+00:00"Passeio de Mota à Serra da Lousã"<i>"Penso noventa e nove vezes e nada descubro; deixo de pensar, mergulho em profundo silêncio - e eis que a verdade se me revela."</i><br />
<i>(Albert Einstein)</i><br />
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Dia apetecível para andar de mota, com algum vento trapalhão durante a manhã, mas que em nada beliscou este esplêndido dia de passeio co amigos.</div>
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Com concentração marcada para as 08h30 na Padaria do Montalvão, apareceram o José Correia, Rafa Riscado, Carlos Marques e Paulo Santos.</div>
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Depois do cafezinho tomado acompanhado de dois dedos de conversa, fizemo-nos à estrada, rumo a Pampilhosa da Serra, onde estava programada a primeira paragem.</div>
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Estacionamos as motas no estacionamento do Pavilhão Municipal e demos um pequeno giro pelo Jardim da Praça do Regionalismo e Praia Fluvial, indo depois comer algo à pastelaria padaria no beco defronte do jardim</div>
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Abandonamos aquela bonita vila, não sem antes efetuarmos uma pequena paragem no Miradouro do Calvário, com uma ampla visão sobre aquela vila tipicamente serra, cruzada pelo Rio Unhais.</div>
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Voltamos à estrada e subimos à Portela do Fojo e fomos brindados com paisagens soberbas banhadas pela Albufeira do Cabril salpicadas de aldeias típicas como Alvares e Trinhão.</div>
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Depois de cruzarmos a Ribeira da Mega, junto à sua bonita Praia Fluvial, tivemos que abandonar aquelas idílicas paisagens e virar á direita em direção a Castanheira, por uma estradinha estreita e bastante curvilínea.</div>
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Passamos Castanheira de Pêra e encetamos a subida ao cume da Serra da Lousã, por outra estada, onde as curvinhas também não nos deram descanso e descemos à Aldeia de Xisto de Talasnal, onde reina a natureza.</div>
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Descobrir esta aldeia, representa mergulhar no mundo mágico da Serra da lousã.</div>
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No largo, logo à entrada, a fonte e o tanque emitem a melodia que acompanha a nossa visita.</div>
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As casas decoram-se com os ramos das videiras.</div>
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A ruela principal acompanha o declive da encosta num percurso ingreme.</div>
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Dela derivam quelhas e becos, que criam um ambiente de descoberta que todos gostam de explorar à espera da surpresa de um novo recanto.</div>
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Não nos demoramos tempo suficiente para descobrir os mais escondidos recantos daquela mágica aldeia e contentámo-nos com uma visita à castiça tasquinha do Curral, a ruela principal e eu e o Paulo ainda fomos espreitar o pequeno e típico restaurante da Ti Lena.</div>
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Com almoço marcado para as 13h00 noutro típico restaurante da serra, o " Sabores D'Aldeia" na bonita Aldeia de Xisto do Candal abandonamos aquele mágico local.</div>
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Seguiu-se o belo almoço em jeito de tertúlia, pois foi bem saboreado, regado e acompanhado com tudo o que tínhamos direito, como se ousa dizer e opinião geral, estava divinal.</div>
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A visita à aldeia pós almoço já não foi feita, pois a rapaziada deixou-se envolver pela preguiça, ou de subir aquelas íngremes ruelas, ou mesmo voltar a despir a artilharia motard.</div>
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Fosse o que fosse, ficou a impressão de que esta rapaziada é mais virada à almoçarada que ao turismo apeado.</div>
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Mas ficou o registo para que possam voltar e mais calmamente desfrutarem da magia da Serra da Lousã.</div>
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Descemos seguidamente à Lousã e seguimos para Miranda do Corvo que ladeamos rumo ao Rabaçal e Ansião, onde entramos no IC3 e IC8 rumos a Castelo Branco, com um desvio e uma derradeira paragem na Pedra do Altar para uma bebidinha relaxante.</div>
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Já na cidade, fomos até ao Restaurante do Paulo para a "abaladiça" e um até á próxima.</div>
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Foi um passeio já a saudar a primavera recém nascida neste ano de 2019, ou talvez mais um, na sempre agradável companhia de amigos.</div>
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Fiquem bem.</div>
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Vêmo-nos na estrada, ou fora dela.</div>
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Beijos abraços e apertos de mão.</div>
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Inté.</div>
AChttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00332903891471448032noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4609432153136109636.post-78520188204717716722019-03-21T21:50:00.001+00:002019-03-21T21:58:03.018+00:00"Trilho das Bufareiras e Penedo Furado"<b><i>"Às vezes ouço passar o vento; e só de o ouvir passar, vale a pena ter nascido"</i></b><br />
<b><i>(Fernando Pessoa)</i></b><br />
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Numa espécie de homenagem ao primeiro dia de primavera, que se apresentou como tal, solarengo e luminoso, fui mais a minha "Maria" fazer um pequeno passeio pedestre, ali para os lados de Vila de Rei.</div>
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Saímos de casa já com os ponteiros do relógio a aproximarem-se das 09h00 e fomos até à Padaria do Montalvão, onde tomei a matinal dose de cafeína.</div>
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Seguimos depois para a Praia Fluvial do Penedo Furado, para caminharmos um pouco pelo Trilho das Bufareiras e percorrer os recém inaugurados passadiços do Penedo Furado.</div>
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Já a manhã ia a meio quando iniciamos a nossa caminhada, que teve inicio na Praia Fluvial, seguindo durante umas centenas de metros a Ribeira de Codes, pelos novos passadiços, até ao pequeno ribeiro da zona das cascatas.</div>
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São 532 metros lineares, que trazem ainda mais beleza ao local e facilitam o acesso às cascatas.</div>
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Terminada a passagem pelos passadiços, entramos no trilho das cascatas e deliciamo-nos com a beleza daquele idílico local, com as várias quedas de água ainda ativas, criando um ambiente singular.</div>
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Sempre em sentido ascendente, com vários troços de escadaria cavada na rocha, fomos subindo e apreciando a magnitude daquela soberba panorâmica, até chegarmos às proximidades do Miradouro das Fragas do Rabagão, com uma visão fantástica sobre um dos braços da Barragem do Castelo de Bode, ainda no leito da Ribeira de Codes.</div>
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A partir dali a "coisa" tornou-se um pouco mais fácil e chegamos ao Miradouro do Penedo Furado, passando mesmo pelo buraco do penedo, por um bonito trilho maioritariamente entre mimosas, até chegarmos de novo à praia fluvial onde tínhamos a viatura estacionada.</div>
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Gostamos bastante deste belo "pedaço" de manhã primaveril e rumamos a Vila de Rei, para comprar um par de franguinhos assados e partilhar o almocinho com os "velhotes" no pequeno lugarejo de Robalo, onde residem.</div>
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Foi um dia bem passado e talvez o regresso mais regular às boas caminhadas, na sempre agradável companhia da minha "Maria".</div>
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Fiquem bem.</div>
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Vêmo-nos na estrada ou fora dela.</div>
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Beijos, abraços e apertos de mão.</div>
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AChttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00332903891471448032noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4609432153136109636.post-69999178242423234922019-02-15T22:01:00.002+00:002019-02-15T22:07:54.790+00:00"Volta vadia de mota à Serra do Candêdo"<div style="text-align: justify;">
<b><i>"Há três caminhos para o fracasso: não ensinar o que se sabe, não praticar o que se ensina, e não perguntar o que se ignora."</i></b></div>
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<b><i>(Sao Beda)</i></b><br />
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Com estes últimos dias bonitos e solarengos há que aproveitar para fazer o que se gosta, e neste caso, dar uma voltinha de mota, em busca de cantos e recantos que me animam a alma e libertam a mente.<br />
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Saí cedo, pelas 07h00 e depois de abastecer a mota na REPSOL da Reta do Lanço Grande, fiz-me à estrada rumo à cidade da Guarda pela N.18.<br />
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Entrei na N.221 e fui até Pinhel, uma das mais antigas localidades portuguesas, onde se destaca o seu guardião o seu bonito castelo, um belo exemplo da singular arquitetura manuelina em Portugal.<br />
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Ainda pela N.221, deliciei-me com a bela estrada curvilínea que cruza um dos mais bonitos Vales do Côa, rumo a Figueira de Castelo Rodrigo.<br />
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Agora na N.222, passei Almendra e Castelo Melhor para descer à foz do Rio Côa, onde este espraia a suas águas no Rio Douro.<br />
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Depois de uma paragem para contemplar aquele bonito local, subi a Vila Nova de Foz Côa, que cruzei, descendo seguidamente ao Pocinho, uma pequena aldeia, onde se encontra localizada uma das mais famosas barragens do douro, com o mesmo nome.<br />
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Depois de passar o paredão da barragem, virei à direita para a M.229, a antiga estrada de acesso a Torre de Moncorvo e que nos brinda com paisagens fantásticas a perder de vista sobre o Rio Douro.<br />
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Passada a altaneira Vila de Torre de Moncorvo, situada na confluência dos Rios Douro e Sabor, que são uma marca na paisagem deste concelho transmontano.<br />
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Um pouco mais à frente, no Carvalhal. segui por uma estradinha fantástica que cruza a Serra do Reboredo e o lindíssimo Vale da Vilariça.<br />
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Cheguei a Ligares e pela estrada que segue para Freixo de Espada à Cinta, fui ao encontro da N.325, uma velhinha estrada que cruza a Serra do Candêdo em direção ao Rio Douro e que surpreende pela nudez dos montes e das suas formações rochosas.<br />
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Quando parei nas proximidades da ponte que cruza a Ribeira do Mosteiro, o imaginário começou a funcionar olhando a calçada que se prolonga encosta acima levando-nos quiçá, a lugares repletos de mistérios rupestres e medievais.<br />
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Recordei o dia em que na companhia da minha "Maria" galgámos parte daquela zona de rocha quartzítica percorrendo a Calçada de Alpajares, num belo passeio pedestre.<br />
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Depois da foto da praxe à capelinha das Alminhas do Candêdo, voltei à N.221 em direção a Barca D'Alva.<br />
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Segui para Figueira de Castelo Rodrigo com passagem pelo Escalhão e parei no Restaurante Dias, onde se come bem, barato e tipo "enfarta brutos", por uma modesta quantia.<br />
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Uma raridade, hoje em dia!<br />
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Já de regresso à cidade, passei por Almeida, Sabugal e Penamacor, para chegar a casa ainda as 16h00 vinham a caminho, satisfeito e renovado com mais uma voltinha vadia com a minha fiel "motinha" que nunca dá uma nega às "aventurices" de pancada do dono.<br />
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Fiquem bem.<br />
Vêmo-nos na estrada, ou fora dela.<br />
Beijos abraços e apertos de mão.<br />
Inté. </div>
AChttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00332903891471448032noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4609432153136109636.post-39323282185357697852019-02-07T19:06:00.003+00:002019-02-07T19:26:12.150+00:00"Parque Natural da Serra de São Mamede"<div style="text-align: justify;">
<b><i>"Nunca o homem inventará nada mais simples nem mais belo que uma manifestação da natureza"</i></b></div>
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<b><i>(Leonardo da Vinci)</i></b><br />
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Semana perfeita para descontrair e ir em busca de aventura e contato com a natureza, aproveitando estes dias solarengos de primavera antecipada.<br />
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De novo "moteando" por aí, fui dar um passeio pelo fantástico Parque Natural da Serra de São Mamede, aqui bem perto do "meu quintal" e de onde tenho boas recordações do tempo das primeiras Maratonas de Btt de Portalegre, já lá vão uns bons aninhos.<br />
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Abandonei a cidade já depois das 09h30 e rumei a Nisa, onde virei à esquerda para a bela estradinha panorâmica que liga esta vila a Castelo de Vide.<br />
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Não entrei na vila, segui para São Salvador da Aramenha e fui visitar as ruinas da Antiga cidade romana de Ammaia.<br />
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Situadas bem próximo da bonita vila de Marvão, no coração do Parque Natural da Serra de São Mamede, as ruinas da Cidade Romana de Ammaia, localizam-se numa zona de grande beleza, no Vale de Aramenha.<br />
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Em 1995 iniciaram-se no local as escavações arqueológicas que colocaram a descoberto cerca de 3000 m2, pensando-se que a área original da cidade contaria com cerca de 20 hectares.<br />
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Construída de raiz no século I DC, alcançou o seu esplendor nos 300 anos seguintes.<br />
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Foi uma bela parte da manhã visitando aquelas curiosas ruínas e o seu interessante museu.<br />
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Subi depois à magnífica albufeira da Barragem da Apartadura onde me entretive um pouco a apreciar aquele bonito "naco" de natureza e desci a Carreiras e Areeiro de Cima, subindo de novo, desta vez a Portalegre, que cruzei por bairros menos conhecidos, rumo a Frazoa, Ribeiro da Seda e Reguengo.<br />
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Estradas bonitas, panorâmicas e curvilíneas, eram uma delícia, associadas a uma paisagem magnífica e diversificada.<br />
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Já pelo alto da serra, foi bonito de ver as soberbas paisagens sobre a Barragem da Apartadura, Marvão e Vale da Aramenha.<br />
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Desci a Porto Espada e como a barriguinha já estava a dar horas, fui até Santo António das Areias almoçar no pequeno e simpático restaurante Pau de Canela, onde se come bem e a preço comedido.<br />
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Depois de um almocinho bem aconchegante, voltei à estrada e subi à encantadora Vila de Marvão, situada no ponto mais alto da Serra de São Mamede.<br />
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Num ambiente de paz de espírito e tranquilidade, rodeada por muralhas do século XIII e do século XVII, ergue-se bem alta, esta histórica vila de ruas sinuosas e branco casario, mostrando que o tempo não é tão rápido e veloz como tantas vezes parece.<br />
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Passeando de ruela em ruela, de monumento em monumento, por ali me entretive algum tempo, admirando aquele que foi, um bastião defensivo português durante séculos, cujo topónimo "Marvão" deriva de Ibn Marwan al-Yil'liqui, conhecido por "O Galego", um guerreiro mouro que criou uma espécie de reino independente sedeado em Badajoz, e que procurou refúgio em Marvão, corria o século IX.<br />
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Liguei depois esta fantástica vila bem preservada a Castelo de Vide, por uma lindíssima estradinha panorâmica, entrando na vila por ruelas, também pouco conhecidas.<br />
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O carácter romântico desta bonita vila de Castelo de Vide, associada aos seus jardins, abundância de vegetação, clima ameno e proximidade da Serra de São Mamede, tornou-a conhecida por "Sintra do Alentejo", designação que lhe foi atribuída pelo Rei D. Pedro V.<br />
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Foi um belo dia passeando de mota pelo Parque Natural da Serra de São Mamede onde encontramos um Alentejo inesperado, alto em vez de plano, verdejante em vez de seco e onde podemos descobrir vestígios da presença humana em diversas épocas históricas.<br />
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O seu cume a 1025 metros de altitude, é o ponto mais elevado a sul do tejo e um miradouro excecional.<br />
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Já saciado de bons momentos, de tranquilidade e contemplação, do prazer de conduzir a minha mota por aquele espaço natural de beleza única, regressei a casa, satisfeito por mais esta pequena aventura vadia.<br />
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Fiquem bem.<br />
Vêmo-nos na estrada, ou fora dela.<br />
Beijos, abraços e apertos de mão.<br />
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<b><i>"As dificuldades são como as montanhas. Elas só se aplainam quando avançamos sobre elas".</i></b></div>
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<b><i>(provérbio japonês)</i></b><br />
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Manhã solarenga, sol radioso e primavera antecipada . . . que melhor "mezinha" para um passeio de moto por aí algures, apenas desfrutando e limpando a mente da "fuligem" da monotonia do quotidiano.<br />
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Abandonei a cidade pelas 09h00 e rumei a Mação, por S. Pedro do Esteval, Ladeira e Envendos.<br />
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Antes de entrar em Mação, fiz uma pequena paragem na praia fluvial de Ribeira d'Eiras, agora em completo abandono e a precisar de alguma requalificação pois é um local idílico.<br />
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Cruzei a vila e passei por Penhascoso, conhecida com a terra do Rock e segui para as Mouriscas, Sardoal e Martinchel, efetuando nova paragem no paredão da barragem do Castelo de Bode, hoje com uma panorâmica magnífica.<br />
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Por ali me entretive um pouco, conversando com uns indivíduos que também ali tinham parado e que também eles eram mototuristas.<br />
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Contamos umas historietas e eu segui para Tomar, subindo ao Convento de Cristo, onde demoradamente me entretive visitando aquela magnífica obra, um conjunto edificado de grande dimensão, com os seus sete claustros e diversas dependências monásticas, confina ainda com a antiga cerca - A Mata dos Sete Montes -, espaço de grande valor cultural e paisagístico.<br />
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Abrangendo o Castelo Templário e o Convento da Ordem de Cristo - cuja construção decorreu entre os séculos XII e XVII - o monumento, inscrito na lista de Património Mundial da UNESCO, integra alguns dos mais expressivos testemunhos da história da arquitetura portuguesa, como a Charola românica da Igreja, o Claustro de D. João III e a famosa janela manuelina da Sala do Capítulo.<br />
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Foi um final de manhã bem entretido e cultural até que a hora de almoço me fez ir em busca de outras paragens.<br />
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Tomar, antiga sede da Ordem dos templários, é uma cidade de grande encanto pela sua riqueza artística e cultural.<br />
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Há ainda muito que ver nesta bonita cidade templária, como o bonito Parque do Mouchão, a Mata dos Sete Montes, a bela Praça da República, a igreja de S. João Batista, a igreja de Santa Maria dos Olivais, o Convento de Santa Iria, a majestosa sinagoga, entre outros monumentos e vários museus.<br />
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Ficará para outra altura e de forma faseada, pois só assim se consegue assimilar alguma daquela beleza monumental e paisagística.<br />
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Tinha inicialmente pensado em ir almoçar à peculiar tasco da Casa das Ratas, ou na Tasca Antíqua, mas não me apeteceu andar pelo entrançado de ruelas naquela zona antiga da cidade e abandonei a cidade pela N.10 para ir almoçar a um restaurante já conhecido junto à estrada, um pouco antes da Aldeia do Pinto.<br />
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Ali me deliciei com um suculento cozido à portuguesa e seus derivados, repondo toda a energia já despendida e ficando ainda com uma boa reserva, para o que desse e viesse.<br />
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Já com o "bandulho" bem atestado, segui viagem em direção a Ferreira do Zêzere, seguindo depois a N.238 até ao bonito local do Vale Serrão, onde se cruza o Rio Zêzere, um pouco abaixo da bem conhecida Vila de Dornes.<br />
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Subi a Cernache do Bonjardim e virei o azimute à Sertã, onde parei para tomar um cafezinho com o meu irmão Luís, aproveitando para por a conversa em dia.</div>
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A tarde já tinha chegado a meio e eu regressei então a casa, entrando na IC.8, chegando rapidamente à cidade, satisfeito e bem mais descontraído, após um belo dia de mototurismo em modo vadio.<br />
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Fiquem bem.<br />
Vêmo-nos na estrada, ou fora dela.<br />
Beijos, abraços e apertos de mão.<br />
Inté.</div>
AChttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00332903891471448032noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4609432153136109636.post-47065284689850842372019-01-28T16:05:00.000+00:002019-01-28T16:19:19.975+00:00"Passeio mototurístico ao Cú da Mula"<div style="text-align: justify;">
<b><i>"Se formos felizes por dentro, nada nos aprisionará por fora"</i></b></div>
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No domingo, inserido num grupo de amigos, fomos fazer um passeio mototurístico ao "Cú da Mula", um pitoresco restaurante na Golegã.</div>
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Assim, na companhia do Carlos Marques, Carla Paulo, José Paulo, Rafael Riscado, Paulo Santos, João Mendes e António Santos, rumamos à Golegã, uma bonita vila situada na lezíria ribatejana, numa área privilegiada pela natureza e atravessada pelos rios Tejo e Almonda.</div>
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O Ponto de encontro foi na Padaria do Montalvão na zona industrial, pelas 08h00.</div>
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Já com a malta reunida e com a primeira dose de cafeína no corpinho, fizemo-nos à estrada, pela N3 e IC8 até à Sertã, onde entramos na velhinha N2 até Vila de Rei.</div>
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Aqui fizemos uma pequena visita ao Centro Geodésico de Portugal, situado no Pico da Melriça a 600 metros de altitude e que nos permite uma visão a 360 graus sobre um horizonte vastíssimo, onde se destaca a Serra da Lousã e com tempo limpo a Serra da Estrela.</div>
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Neste local existe o pequeno museu da Geodesia, que se encontrava fechado.</div>
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Com o tempo frio, ventoso e um pouco nublado, não pudemos apreciar toda aquela magnitude nem a visita ao pequeno museu.</div>
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Voltamos à N2 que seguimos até ao cruzamento para a bonita aldeia de xisto de Água Formosa, onde chegamos através de uma estradinha panorâmica, estreita e sinuosa, não muito indicada para incursões motorurísticas.</div>
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Que me perdoem os meus amigos, mas ainda não me consegui livrar da adrenalina viciante e este meu espírito um pouco aventureiro, que por vezes ainda me causa alguns constrangimentos . . . mas eu gosto e aguardo serenamente que se afaste naturalmente para que me possa finalmente dedicar à tranquilidade do sofá.</div>
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Depois de uma pequena visita, descemos a Alferrarede, cruzamos Abrantes e já na N3, rumamos a Tancos para uma espreitadela ao bonito e imponente Castelo de Almourol.</div>
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O Castelo de Almourol, erguido num afloramento de granito a 18 metros acima do nível das águas, numa pequena ilha de 310 metros de comprimento por 75 metros de largura, constitui um dos exemplos mais representativos da arquitetura militar da época, evocando simultaneamente os primórdios do Reino de Portugal e a Ordem dos Templários, associação que lhe reforça a aura de mistério e romantismo.</div>
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Por ali nos entretivemos um pouco bebericando algo e conversando um pouco, abandonando depois aquele mágico lugar, já em direção à Golegã, para um merecido almoço num dos seus típicos restaurantes, neste caso, o "Cú da Mula" uma adega bem singular, com um ambiente acolhedor e agradável e de comida simples e saborosa.</div>
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Tenho que salientar a simpatia do proprietário que nos proporcionou um espaço fechado para estacionarmos as motos durante o almoço e mesmo depois, quando saímos para ir tomar café num outro local.</div>
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Depois de cruzar a antiga ponte da Golegã, entramos na N118 que seguimos até Nisa, onde efetuamos uma derradeira paragem numa pastelaria local, junto ao seu renovado e bonito jardim.</div>
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A chegada à cidade aconteceu já com o sol no seu ocaso, depois de mais um passeio mototuristico na companhia de amigos.</div>
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Fiquem bem.</div>
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Vêmo-nos na estrada, ou fora dela.</div>
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Beijos, abraços e apertos de mão.</div>
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Inté</div>
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<br />AChttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00332903891471448032noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4609432153136109636.post-59682075637638305102018-12-09T18:49:00.001+00:002018-12-09T18:49:18.042+00:00"Volta vadia de mota até Albuquerque".<div style="text-align: justify;">
"Amigo, oculta a tua vida e espalha o teu espírito".</div>
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(Vitor Hugo)</div>
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Hoje, apeteceu-me vadiar de mota.</div>
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levantei-me pelas 07h00, vesti o fatinho de mototurista e tomei a primeira refeição do dia.</div>
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Olhei pela janela e um bonito dia bem solarengo tinha acabado de nascer e, para mim, um minuto a mais na cama que o necessário, é um minuto de vida que se perde e é lá mais para o ocaso da vida que nos arrependemos de tantos e tantos minutos que desperdiçamos, sem qualquer utilidade que não alimentar a preguiça.</div>
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Saí de casa pelas 08h00 e rumei a Vila Velha de Rodão, subi a serra e desci ao Pé da Serra, com intenção de fazer uma breve visita às duas barragens antes de Nisa, a do Monte da Adelina e a de Póvoa e Meadas.</div>
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Segui depois para Castelo de Vide, onde parei na Pastelaria Sol Nascente para o cafezinho matinal e pastelinho da praxe.</div>
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Com a mota bem estacionada, peguei na digital e fui dar uma volta pela vila e visitar o seu bonito castelo medieval do século XIII.</div>
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O caráter romântico da vila, associado aos seus jardins, abundância de vegetação, clima ameno e proximidade da Serra de São Mamede, tornou-a conhecida por<b><i> "Sintra do Alentejo".</i></b></div>
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Subi ao castelo pelas estreitas ruas de casario branco florido e deliciei-me com o encanto daqueles bonitos recantos, encabeçados pelo altaneiro castelo de onde se tem uma vista privilegiada sobre a vila.</div>
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Voltei à mota e fui até à portagem onde virei em direção à fronteira do Caia, entrando na nossa vizinha Espanha.</div>
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Passei Las Huertas de Cansa e pouco depois entrei em Valência de Alcântara, apenas de passagem desta vez, pois ainda na passada sexta feira ali tinha estado na companhia do amigo Carlos Marques numa escapadela a Cáceres.</div>
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Depois de cruzar a vila, virei à direita e rumei a San Vicente de Alcântara e ali parei para uma visita ao seu bonito<b><i> "Museo del Corcho".</i></b></div>
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É um pequeno espaço que oferece ao visitante uma exposição permanente sobre o mundo da cortiça (corcho), que constitui o pilar básico da economia desta bonita "villa extremeña".</div>
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Depois desta interessante visita, segui para <i><b>Albuquerque</b></i> com a intenção de visitar o seu fantástico castelo - intimamente ligado à vida de Inês de Castro.</div>
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Este majestoso castelo de Albuquerque ou de Luna, assim chamado por D. Álvaro de Luna é uma fortaleza imponente que nos fascina pela sua beleza.</div>
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Construído sobre uma crista afiada e rochosa na "Sierra de San Pedro", domina a paisagem circundante à fronteira de Portugal, oferecendo-nos paisagens deslumbrantes.</div>
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Depois de uma demorada visita, desci ao local onde tinha estacionado a mota e segui para La Codosera, onde não parei, pois estava na hora da "bucha" e eu queria ir almoçar ao restaurante "A Bola" em Esperança, já em Portugal, onde cheguei após ter cruzado a Fronteira do Marco.</div>
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Depois duma bela caldeirada de bacalhau e acessórios, virei o azimute a casa, com passagem por Arronches, Portalegre cruzando o Parque natural de São Mamede, Alpalhão, Nisa e Vila Velha de Rodão.</div>
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Cheguei a casa pelas 16h00, com a barriguinha cheia de bons momentos, fantásticas paisagens e um pouco de turismo, a forma como gosto de "motear" por aí, sem stress nem horários apertados.</div>
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Fiquem bem.</div>
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Vêmo-nos na estrada, ou fora dela.</div>
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Beijos, abraços e apertos de mão.</div>
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Inté</div>
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<b>AC</b></div>
AChttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00332903891471448032noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4609432153136109636.post-75437476361925042602018-11-29T16:24:00.002+00:002018-11-29T16:25:07.096+00:00"Escapadinha de Mota a Ciudad Rodrigo"<div style="text-align: justify;">
"Esta é a grande verdade. A vida começa quando a gente compreende que ela não dura muito"</div>
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(Millôr Fernandes)</div>
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Com a perspetiva dum dia soleado e de temperatura amena, tirei a mota da garagem e fui dar uma escapadinha a Ciudad Rodrigo, uma pequena cidade com uma grande história, que surpreende pela beleza e imponência das suas construções.</div>
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Abandonei a cidade já perto das 09h00 e passei a fronteira em Valverde del Fresno em direção a Hoyos, onde virei à esquerda e subi o Puerto de Perales, parando no seu único miradouro, junto à fonte para apreciar a magnitude daquelas amplas paisagens a perder de vista.</div>
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Segui depois para Villasrubias, Robleda e fiz nova paragem no Embalse de Irueña, uma bonita bacia hidrográfica alimentada pelo Rio Águeda.</div>
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dali segui direto para Ciudade Rodrigo e apos a passagem pela velha ponte romana sobre o Rio Águeda com uma bela panorâmica sobre o "Castillo de Enrique II de Trastâmara, entrei na cidade pela "Puerta de Santiago.</div>
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Estacionei a mota na fabulosa "Plaza Mayor", em pleno casco histórico, saquei na minha digital e percorri aquelas belas ruelas carregadas de história, de arquitetura medieval bem conservada e acolhedora.</div>
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Depois dum belo passeio pelo casco histórico, voltei à moto e abandonei a cidade, para rumar agora á zona montanhosa e ás maravilhosas e pouco concorridas estradinhas da "Sierra de Gata" e os seus bonitos "poblados"</div>
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Logo após cruzar a via rápida avista-se o impressionante Monastério de La Caridad na pequena povoação de Sanjuanejo, onde entrei na bela estradinha que acompanha o Rio Águeda até ao "Embalse".</div>
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Depois foi desfutar da imensa quietude daquela bonita zona rural e quase selvagem, passando por Zamarra, La Atalaya e Agallas, antes de entrar em Martiago, onde parei num bar já conhecido, para comer um belo "bocadillo de panceta y un botellin de cerveza Mahou".</div>
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Segui depois para a delícia de subir o Puerto Viejo de Martiago até La Golosa e descer a Robledillo de Gata, "um bonito pueblo" de casas de ardósia, adobe e a peculiar varaseto, uma mistura de varas de castanho e carvalho cobertas de lama e palha.</div>
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Gosto particularmente dos seus belos passadiços e "bodegas subterrâneas."</div>
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Já não me aventurei a mais uma visita aquele encantador pueblo, pelo final de tarde já a aproximar-se, mas lá voltarei qualquer dia, de mota, de bicicleta, ou mesmo num passeio pedestre com a minha Maria.</div>
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A essência deste meu passeio já estava praticamente concluída, mas não resisti ainda a uma passagem pelo belo "Embalse de Borbollon" com passagem por Descargamaria e Cadalso.</div>
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Depois de uns minutoas a apreciar aquela imensidão aquífera, regressei a casa via Moraleja e termas de Monfortinho.</div>
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Um dia repleto de bons momentos, reflexão e boas paisagens, com o gozo de andar de moto por singelas e quase abandonadas estradinhas de montanha, que cruzam algumas das bonitas aldeias da "Sierra de Gata".</div>
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Foi um carregar de baterias, um descarregar de stress e pensamentos dúbios, viver emoções e carregar energia para para continuar a poder usufruir desta minha paixão.</div>
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Fiquem bem.</div>
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Vêmo-nos na estrada, ou fora dela.</div>
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Inté</div>
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AChttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00332903891471448032noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4609432153136109636.post-4564044051583938442018-11-16T18:35:00.002+00:002018-11-16T18:56:13.445+00:00"Volta Vadia pelo P.N.S.A.C."<div style="text-align: justify;">
"Uma vida não basta ser vivida. Ela precisa ser sonhada."</div>
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(Mário Quintana)<br />
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Na passada terça feira foi dia de volta vadia com a minha "ézinha" e com a sempre agradável companhia do amigo Jorge Varetas.<br />
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Desta vez escolhemos o belo Parque Natural da Serra D'Aire e Candeeiros para um bom par de pedaladas lúdicas e descontraídas, pelas interessantes estradinhas panorâmicas, muitas delas ladeadas por muros de pedras, vulgarmente conhecidos como "chousos" e os menos conhecidos "maroiços", pequenas construções de pedra vulcânica, com a curiosa caraterística de estarem orientadas na direção do sol e dispostas em escadas.<br />
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Abandonamos a cidade pelas 06h00 rumo a Zambujal de Alcaria, onde demos início a este bonito passeio junto ao "Café da Bica" e onde começa o conhecido percurso pedestre da Fórnea e Nascente do Rio Lena.<br />
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Subimos suavemente até ao Livramento, o sítio da afamada "Tasquinha da Dª. Maria", onde se come soberbamente e a preços simpáticos.<br />
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Descemos a Porto de Mós e demos inicio à longa subida à Portela do Vale de Espinho, com passagem por Pragais, Serro Ventoso e Bezerra, onde tem inicio a ecopista, antigo ramal ferroviário do Lena, que percorre a encosta voltada a nascente da Serra dos Candeeiros.<br />
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Pouco depois, chegamos ao Arrimal, um lugar que segundo a história surge na altura do Rei D. Afonso Henriques, após ter acampado junto ás lagoas, aí chegados e perante o agrado que o lugar lhe provocou, logo tratou de mandar "arrimar" armas e animais para os dias seguintes.<br />
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Sempre com os olhos postos nas belas vistas daquelas dispersas serranias do Maciço Calcário Estremenho e pelos vales que as separam, fomos até às lagoas do Arrimal, onde paramos um pouco para apreciar aquele bonito local.<br />
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Cruzamos a povoação e seguimos para Vale dos Ventos, descendo seguidamente ás proximidades de Casais Monizes, onde viramos à esquerda para a Mendiga, com passagem pela Cabeça da Veada.<br />
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Um pouco mais à frente, no Lugar da Feiteira, viramos à direita e enfrentamos uma dura subida pela Serra de S. Bento e paramos no Café Costa, na Cabeça das Pombas para um pequeno descanso e uma pequena dose de cafeína em chávena.<br />
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Voltamos às bikes e continuamos por Fontainhas, Vale Florido, Casais do Além, Vale da Trave e Barreirinhas, para enfrentarmos nova subida, a do Pé da Pedreira.<br />
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Contornamos as várias pedreiras existentes naquele local e descemos para Alcanede e entramos na N.361 até aos Amiais de Cima, onde paramos novamente, desta vez para uma bela bifana e uma loirinha fresquinha.<br />
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Já com o estômago aconchegadinho e um pouco mais descansados, fomos até Amiais de Baixo e, à saída da povoação, voltamos às subidas, agora vencendo mais uns bons kms de plano inclinado até à Curraleira, já em plena Serra de Santo António<br />
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Passamos pelas Grutas de Santo António e pelas Grutas de Alvados, podendo depois apreciar toda aquela imponente paisagens do Vale de Alvados, Mira D'Aire e a Polje de Minde.<br />
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Descemos a Serra de Alvados de peito cheio de boas panorâmicas e boas sensações e rumamos ao Covão da Carvalha, efetuando a derradeira paragem mais à frente, no Casal Duro, para uma cervejinha e recarregar a bateria para os kms finais.<br />
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Dali fomos até Bouceiros e Barrenta, para descermos a Alcaria e terminarmos mais esta nossa volta vadia pelo fantástico Parque Natural da Serra D'Aire e Candeeiros.<br />
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Já com as bikes arrumadas, e com a "abaladiça" no corpinho, regressamos a casa, já com planos para a próxima vadia, a acontecer quando nos der na gana e o S. Pedro permitir.<br />
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Fiquem bem.<br />
Vemo-nos na estrada, ou fora dela.<br />
Beijos, abraços e apertos de mão.<br />
Inté<br />
<b>AC</b></div>
AChttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00332903891471448032noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4609432153136109636.post-29457629794822265052018-10-25T17:29:00.001+00:002018-10-25T18:19:06.396+00:00"La Almenara""Prefiro perder a guerra e ganhar a paz" (Bob Marley)<br />
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Separada de Portugal por uma simples linha imaginária, vive silenciosa e bela a encantadora Serra de Gata, um dos últimos paraísos da Extremadura que emociona e surpreende quem por ali passa ou se aventura.</div>
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Eu fui um dos que fui surpreendido por esta bonita serra, por quem me apaixonei, onde já vivi muitas aventuras e de quem não consigo estar separado por muito tempo.</div>
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Das várias vezes que passei no sopé daquele Pico, (La Almenara) onde se encontra a torre, maioritariamente de bicicleta, fiquei sempre com a vontade de subir àquela atalaia.</div>
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Não havendo nenhum percurso ciclável, prometi a mim mesmo que um dia teria de lá ir acima.</div>
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Desta vez e como sempre, bem acompanhado pela minha Maria, fomos "conquistar" La Almenara, uma velha atalaia defensiva de planta pentagonal, edificada no topo de uma colina ingreme e com uma visão impressionante sobre a planície "extremeña".</div>
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Saímos de casa ainda cedo rumo a Cadalso, uma pequena povoação da Serra de Gata, situada entre a Serra de los Angeles e o Pico de La Almenara nas margens do Rio Árrago.</div>
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Deixamos o carro estacionado na sua praça principal, a "Plaza del Llano", dando pouco depois início a esta bonita e não muito fácil ascensão ao Pico de La Almenara.</div>
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Abandonamos a povoação por uma das suas bonitas "calles, subindo a "Cuesta de Santa Barbara".</div>
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Fomos sempre subindo por um estradão florestal até ao limite da povoação de Torre de Don Miguel, onde viramos à direita e nos embrenhamos numa frondosa mata de carvalhos e alguns castanheiros, por veredas e caminhos imaginários, até chegarmos a "Las Majadas de Aroche", uma herdade vedada que tivemos que contornar.</div>
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A partir daqui, demos inicio à parte mais dura da ascensão, sem caminho, apenas imaginário, com alguma orientação nalgumas poucas e dissimuladas "mariolas".</div>
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No inicio da subida encontramos um simpatico pastor com um rebanho de cabras que ia transpor o monte em direção à Torre de Don Miguel, que seguimos em parte do trajeto e nos indicou a melhor forma de conseguirmos chegar lá acima.</div>
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Já praticamente na base da Atalaia, a minha Maria já ía com alguma dificuldade e como manda o bom senso, optou por me aguardar, na sombra dum dos imensos rochedos ali existentes.</div>
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Saltando de pedra em pedra e por percurso imaginário, não muito linear, lá cheguei ao alto, sendo agraciado com uma imponente visão sobre aqueles imensos e impressionantes vales, onde se vislumbra a bonita Aldeia de Gata e o Pico Jalama, o mais alto da Serra de Gata.</div>
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<span style="font-family: "times new roman";">Rodando um pouco, a Aldeia de Torre de Don Miguel e o "Embalse de Borbollon" junto a Moraleja.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "times new roman";">Rodando mais um pouco, a Aldeia de Santibañez el Alto, o Valle del Árrago e a Aldeia de Cadalso de onde partimos.</span></div>
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Toda aquela panorâmica valeu bem a subida áquela velha atalaia de origem árabe.</div>
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A baixada fi-la pelos mesmos passos até ao mesmo sitio de inicio de subida, Las Majadas de Aroche.</div>
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A partir daqui, seguimos por uma vereda em direção às casas de Aroche, já quase desaparecida e envolta em grandes giestais.</div>
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Valeu-nos um pouco ter encontrado um outro pastor com as suas cabras, que quase nos guiaram até às casas.</div>
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Já libertos deste aborrecido matagal, entramos numa outra pista florestal que seguimos até aos depósitos de água de Cadalso.</div>
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Aqui fizemos uma viragem à direita e continuamos a descer por um estradão de terra e cimento até um local conhecido por "Pedro Tizón".</div>
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A partir deste local, seguimos por uma vereda que ladeava o Regato de la Gargantilla que nos levou até à Fonte Velha, onde a minha Maria já um pouco sedenta, aproveitou para se refrescar.</div>
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Aqui pudemos ainda apreciar a parte exterior do "Molino de las Pincelas", com a sua roda externa e o sistema para a mover com a água do regato.</div>
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Já à entrada da povoação, restou-nos seguir a "calle" que nos levou de novo à "Plaza del Llano" onde tínhamos a viatura estacionada.</div>
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Depois de nos aliviarmos das mochilas e outros pesos, fomos até ao bar "La Plazuela" junto ao edifício do "Ayuntamiento" onde nos deliciamos com um belo "bocadillo y panini" acompanhado dumas belas cañas y unas claras", finalizadas com uns cafezitos "solo" para relaxar.</div>
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Cansaditos, mas muitos satisfeitos com esta "conquista", porque de fato não era o que usualmente se pode considerar uma "pera doce", regressamos a casa para o duchezinho retemperador, dando ainda uma "saltada" ao belo espelho do "Embalse del Borbollon".</div>
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Foi um dia bem passado, usufruindo de un dos nossos singelos hobbys . . .a caminhada!</div>
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Fiquem bem.</div>
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Vêmo-nos na estrada, ou fora dela.</div>
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Beijos, abraços e apertos de mão.</div>
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Inté</div>
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<b>AC</b></div>
AChttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00332903891471448032noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4609432153136109636.post-59528511577853580082018-10-16T16:59:00.000+00:002018-10-16T19:27:53.871+00:00"Ruta de las Xanas y Valdolayés"""A felicidade vibra na frequência das coisas mais simples"<br />
(Ana Jácomo)<br />
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Depois de três esplêndidos dias pela zona da Ribeira Sacra na sempre bela Galiza, foi altura de virar o azimute a terras de maior altitude e beleza um pouco mais agreste, mas não menos bela, o Reino das Asturias, um lugar com muito encanto e incríveis espaços naturais.</div>
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Escolhi desta vez o menos conhecido Parque Natural de Ubiñas la Mesa, em plena Cordilheira Cantábrica e alojei-me num castiço hotel em Proaza.</div>
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Entrei naquele Parque Natural pelo Puerto de La Ventana, a fronteira natural entre Léon e Asturias ficando desde logo impressionado com toda aquela magnitude.</div>
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É sem duvida alguma, uma das zonas mais impressionantes que se podem visitar nas Astúrias.</div>
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Cruzando aquelas estradinhas panorâmicas observando toda aquela natureza em estado puro, não deixa ninguém indiferente, e ainda mais, quando se tem o bichinho de andar de mota ou de bicicleta, na sua forma lúdica e prazenteira.</div>
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Aquelas grandiosas e abruptas escarpas, fazem-nos sentir realmente pequenos e por outro lado satisfeitos, por poder observar tanta beleza paisagística.</div>
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Mas o tempo planeado já era pouco e o objetivo era fazer no dia seguinte a Ruta de las Xanas com a minha Maria, porém, um belo "molhinho" de ideias ficaram a efervescer na minha cabecinha e a magicar a forma de lá voltar . . . de bicicleta, de moto, ou de carro e fazer mais uns passeios pedestres naquele belo cantinho da Cordilheira Cantábrica.</div>
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No dia seguinte e já com o "desayuno" aconchegadinho no estômago, fomos de carro até Villanueva, onde o deixamos "aparcado" na área recreativa del Molin.</div>
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A partir daí e já a pé, fizemos por estrada o quilometro de ligação ao inicio do "Desfiladero de Las Xanas, onde começa esta "preciosa ruta".</div>
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Já no trilho que ladeia a escarpa norte do desfiladeiro, fomos subindo por um trilho pedregoso sem grande dificuldade, deixando para trás os bonitos Vales de Proaza e os Montes que separam Teverga de Quirós.</div>
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Consoante fomos subindo fomo-nos entranhando no coração daquele abrupto desfiladeiro, passando alguns tuneis talhados na rocha, com o Rio de las Xanas aos nossos pés, mas a profundidade considerável.</div>
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Esta zona do percurso na passagem pelo desfiladeiro é simplesmente brutal e um pouco desafiante, com o seu estreito trilho cavado nas rochas a cerca de 80/90 metros de altura.</div>
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Fomos absorvendo a beleza daquele impressionante desfiladeiro, até que o trilho entra num mágico bosque de faias, castanheiros e aveleiras.</div>
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O percurso segue agora por um frondoso e idílico bosque verdejante, cruzando mais à frente o "Arroyo de la Boya" afluente do Rio de Las Xanas, por uma pequena e pitoresca ponte de madeira.</div>
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Depois de uma subida um pouco mais acentuada e com alguns escalões com trave de madeira, chegamos aos impressionantes prados do "Valle de Trubia" por onde subimos à bela "Ermita de San António".</div>
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A beleza daquele local é simplesmente fabulosa a 360 graus.</div>
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Um pouco mais longe, avistava-se a pequena aldeia de "La Rebollá", e nós seguimos para "Pedroveya", onde comemos qualquer coisa mais sólida no pitoresco e único restaurante da aldeia.</div>
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Descansamos um pouco e iniciamos um outro percurso, a "Senda de Valdolayés", que começou por um estreito trilho cimentado até a pequena aldeia de "Dosango."</div>
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Aqui contemplamos algumas das mais impressionantes paisagens de todo o percurso, com as aldeias de "Pedroveya y La Rebollá" rodeadas de verdejantes prados, onde algumas vacas pastavam placidamente.</div>
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Um verdadeiro prazer para os sentidos.</div>
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Paisagens bucólicas que se transformam num autêntica declaração de amor das Astúrias.</div>
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Depois de passarmos por "Dosango", fizemos cerca de um quilometro por asfalto até entrarmos num trilho à nossa esquerda, com inclinação acentuada e com menos vegetação, na maioria fetos e giestas.</div>
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Já na parte final entramos num outro "sendeiro" estreito e bastante inclinado, que nos levou de novo ao asfalto e à Área Recreativa del Molin, onde tínhamos deixado o carro estacionado.</div>
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Foi a manhã perfeita, em pura comunhão com a natureza e praticando um dos meus hobbys, os passeios pedestres moderados, sempre acompanhado pela minha Maria, que também ela adora uma boa caminhada de forma amena e descontraída.</div>
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Depois da trouxa arrumada, foi hora de dar por terminada mais esta pequena aventura pela verdejante Galiza e aquele bonito recanto do Principado das Astúrias, o Parque Natural de Ubiñas La Mesa.</div>
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Fiquem bem.</div>
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Vêmo-nos na estrada, ou fora dela.</div>
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Beijos, abraços e apertos de mão.</div>
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Inté</div>
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AChttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00332903891471448032noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4609432153136109636.post-16229928309368049182018-10-15T12:47:00.000+00:002018-10-15T18:01:36.086+00:00"Augas Blancas - Rabacallos"<i>"Dia após dia os erros do passado perdem força e os desejos do futuro ganham corpo"</i><br />
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Após um primeiro dia fantástico com uma boa caminhada pelas "Pasarelas del Rio Mao", eu e a minha "Maria" resolvemos manter-nos por mais um dia na região e fazer-mos outro passeio pelas encostas do Rio Sil.<br />
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Saímos da pousada após um calmo e tranquilo pequeno almoço e fomos até Chandrexa, já nas proximidades de Parada de Sil para efetuarmos mais um passeio pedestre pelas "Augas Blancas y Rabacallos".<br />
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Estacionamos a viatura num parque defronte da igreja de Santa Maria de Chandrexa e ai demos inicio ao percurso que tinha preparado com alguma antecedência.<br />
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Por uma estreitinha estradinha "vecinal" passamos A Caseta, A Peña e Purdeus, entre bonitos bosques de castanheiros e chegamos a Calvos, um pitoresco lugarejo com situação priveligiada e panorâmica fantástica sobre o Rio Sil.<br />
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Sempre em sentido descendente e por um belo "sendero" rodeado de castanheiros e zonas de vinhedo, descemos ao rio, na zona em que forma o espetacular Encoro de Santo Estevo".<br />
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A partir daqui entramos num lugar simplesmente idílico, por um fantástico trilho sempre com as águas do Rio Sil aos nossos pés, com pequenas enseadas e locais de pura magia.<br />
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Mais à frente, passamos por um dos recantos mais bonitos de Parada de Sil, as Augas Blancas.<br />
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É um pequeno manancial de águas sulfurosas, noutros tempos conhecidas pelas suas propriedades medicinais e hoje quase esquecidas, completamente abandonadas e escondidas num local simplesmente magico.<br />
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Sempre envolvidos por belos e antigos castanheiros e carvalhos ladeando o Encoro de Santo Estevo, chegamos a Rabacallos, uma pitoresca aldeia e um miradouro priveligiado sobre o "encoro" e as suas escarpadas encostas, vestidas de bonitos vinhedos, num axadrezado colorido.<br />
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Depois de cruzarmos a ponte sobre o Regato do Batán, entramos noutro bonito "sendero" em direção a "Entrambosrios"<br />
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Estávamos já nos 3 últimos quilómetros e como que a cereja no topo do bolo, fomos brindados com algo maravilhoso.<br />
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Uma trilha frondosa seguindo o" Ribero de Batán" repleto de pequenos saltos de água, passarelas e pontes de madeira, além de diversos moinhos, fruto da antigua atividade naquela zona.<br />
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Sempre em sentido ascendente, chegamos ao entoncamento para Entrambosrios e Chandrexa, seguindo para esta última.<br />
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Agora entre velhas hortas e velhos castanheiros, chegamos de novo a Chandrexa, de onde algumas horas antes tínhamos saído, para usufruir de um dos mais belos passeios pedestres que já fiz. . . e já fiz alguns.<br />
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Aquela zona ficou-me gravada na memória e a vontade de lá voltar vai de certeza criar essa oportunidade.<br />
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Depois deste belo passeio pedestre, resolvemos ir agora de carro, até La Pobra de Trives e subir à Cabeza de Manzaneda, descendo depois até ao Encoro de Montefurado por uma estreita estradinha particular, pertencente ao Grupo Iberdrola, bem curvilínea e com paisagens de encher o olho.<br />
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Estou já a preparar "qualquer coisa" para voltar aquelas paragens.<br />
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Chegamos à pousada um pouco cansaditos mas satisfeitos com o belo dia de passeio, quer pedestre, quer de carro.<br />
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Era agora altura de descansar um pouco e começar a preparar o dia seguinte, já noutras paragens.<br />
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Fiquem bem.<br />
Vemo-nos na estrada, ou fora dela.<br />
Beijos, abraços e apertos de mão.<br />
Inté<br />
<b>AC</b></div>
AChttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00332903891471448032noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4609432153136109636.post-2963083213227371632018-10-14T16:33:00.000+00:002018-10-14T19:43:45.714+00:00"Pasarelas del Rio Mao"<i>"Não deixe que a tristeza do passado e o medo do futuro acabe com a felicidade do momento."</i><br />
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Excelentemente acompanhado pela minha "Maria" fomos fazer uma "escapadinha" até à sempre verde e bela Galiza . . . aquele bocadinho mais a norte do norte de Portugal.<br />
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Escolhi desta vez a bonita cidade de Castro Caldelas na região de Ourense.<br />
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Uma zona de imenso valor paisagístico banhada pelo Rio Sil e os seus afluentes, montes e prados verdejantes.<br />
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Fiquei alojado numa bela pousada rural em pleno casco histórico e ali fiz o meu quartel general para os 3 dias que por ali passei.<br />
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No dia seguinte e já com o fatinho campestre vestido saímos após um calmo "desayuno" rumo a Barxacova, uma pequena povoação junto ao Rio Mao, onde pretendíamos fazer um percurso pedestre pelas "Pasarelas del Rio Mao".<br />
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Depois da viatura arrumada num recanto junto à estrada, descemos à velha Fábrica da Luz, antiga central hidroelétrica hoje convertida num albergue turístico e centro de exposições.<br />
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Aqui demos praticamente inicio a este fascinante percurso pedestre, um "sendero" que tem o seu inicio por uma longa passarela de madeira construída sobre o "Cañon del Rio Mao" aproveitando a antiga levada até à central hidroelétrica.<br />
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É um espetáculo de percurso, do principio ao fim.<br />
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Passamos Barxacova, uma pequena e encantadora aldeia, cheia de tesouros por descobrir.<br />
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A partir daqui continuamos por um impressionante "sendero" com vistas incríveis sobre o desfiladeiro.<br />
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As vistas eram tão mágicas que as paragens eram constantes, para desfrutar daquela paisagem e daquela ambiente calmo, cheio de paz e tranquilidade. Que beleza!<br />
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Já tínhamos deixado para trás a foz do Rio Mao e estávamos já no "Cañon del Rio Sil", onde a vista se perdia naquela brutal paisagem com as águas retidas pelo "Embalse de Santo Estevo".<br />
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Chegamos à zona dos vinhedos do Sil e subimos a San Vitor de Barxacova, um impressionante miradouro natural sobre aquela idílica zona de vinhedos nas escarpas do "Cañon del Sil".<br />
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Depois da ziguezagueante subida, continuamos mais um pouco até San Lorenzo de Barxacova, um "pequeño poblado" cuja história parece perder-se em tempos remotos, assente num pequeno monte com 600 metros de altitude, tem uma localização privilegiada sobre o "Valle del Mao y del Sil".<br />
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É um local com um encanto especial e onde nos demoramos algum tempo sentados num banco com localização privilegiada a apreciar toda aquela envolvência paisagística de beleza impar.<br />
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Mas tínhamos que regressar e iniciamos a descida até ao carro por um "sendero" estreito, pedregoso e bastante inclinado nalgumas zonas, que "aborreceram" os meus joelhinhos que já se queixavam aqui e ali.<br />
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Terminado este espetacular passeio pedestre, não nos ficamos por aqui e percorremos algumas das impressionantes estradinhas da "Ribeira Sacra", por entre castanheiros e carvalhos, curvas e curvinhas, quase sempre com o rio Sil como companhia, que me fizeram sonhar com a minha bicicleta, inerte e triste, encostada a uma parede da minha garagem.<br />
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Quem sabe se não lhe darei o prazer de vir a conhecer aquelas paragens!<br />
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Satisfeitos e algo cansaditos, regressamos a Castro Caldelas e à bonita Pousada Rural onde estávamos alojados, para um banhinho retemperador e uma calma e descontraída refeição no rustico "comedor" da pousada.<br />
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Amanhã será outro dia e outra aventura para as minhas velhinhas "merrel"<br />
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Fiquem bem.<br />
Vemo-nos na estrada, ou fora dela.<br />
Beijos, abraços e apertos de mão.<br />
Inté.<br />
<b>AC</b></div>
AChttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00332903891471448032noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4609432153136109636.post-21252932052789189252018-10-06T15:33:00.002+00:002018-10-06T18:22:33.188+00:00"Passeio de moto pelo Alto Douro Vinhateiro"<br />
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<i>"O que é bonito neste mundo, e anima, é ver que na vindima de cada sonho fica a cepa a sonhar outra aventura."</i><br />
<i>(Miguel Torga)</i><br />
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Com a excelente companhia dos amigos Luís Miguel, João de Deus e Marta Farias, fomos "desbravar" algumas das encantadoras estradinhas panorâmicas do Alto Douro Vinhateiro.<br />
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A saída foi programada para as 07h00 e, já na companhia do Luís Miguel, fomos até Penamacor, onde o João e a Marta já nos aguardavam junto às bombas de combustíveis locais.<br />
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Já agrupados rumamos ao norte cruzando Meimoa, Vale da Srª da Povoa, Terreiro das Bruxas, Santo Estevão e Sabugal.<br />
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A partir desta vila e com a bonita visão do seu famoso castelo das cinco quinas, entramos em terras de Ribacoa, onde o frescura matinal nos atormentou um pouco e nos fez reconhecer que o verão já lá vai e as temperaturas vão já sofrendo metamorfoses, sobretudo em algumas zonas e, esta é uma delas.<br />
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Logo após abandonarmos o Sabugal, viramos à direita para as Quintas de S. Bartolomeu e por Rapoula do Coa, Termas do Cró e Peroficó, chegamos a Cerdeira do Coa, onde um pouco mais à frente paramos no café das bombas de combustível para aquecermos o corpinho com um cafezinho quentinho.<br />
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Já mais recompostos, passamos Almeida, uma bonita vila classificada como aldeia histórica e que, vista do ar, parece uma estrela de 12 pontas, tantas quanto os baluartes e revelins que rodeiam num perímetro de 2500 metros.<br />
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Uma notável praça forte de planta hexagonal, foi edificada nos seculos XVII-XVIII em redor de um castelo medieval.<br />
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Sem visitar este belo monumento, seguimos viagem, passando por Vilar Torpim, Figueira de Castelo Rodrigo, Vilar de Amargo, Almendra e Vila Nova de Foz Coa, onde demos início a uma bela sequência de estradinhas panorâmicas, cada uma mais cativante que a outra, após a descida ao amplo vale onde passa o IP2<br />
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Em subida e por estrada curvilínea, fomos sendo surpreendidos a cada curva, com paisagens estonteantes, moldadas com geometria diversa repleta de vinhas a perder de vista, parte das quais ainda a serem vindimadas o que veio a enriquecer a nossa passagem que com aquela labuta vinhateira e a passagem constante de viaturas carregadas de uvas para os lagares tornaram aquele troço ainda mais espetacular.<br />
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Fomos parando aqui e ali nalguns miradouros, atraídos pela beleza daqueles locais idílicos.<br />
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Depois da Touça, Sebadelhe, Horta de Numão, Srª. da Estrada e Aveleira, chegamos a São João da Pesqueira, onde belas paisagens a perder de vista, já com o Rio Douro como pano de fundo, nos deu uma verdadeira panorâmica da realidade do Alto Douro Vinhateiro.<br />
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Mas nós estávamos lá para o conhecer, na sua vertente mais profunda e por isso, aventuramo-nos pelas suas estreitas e bem curvilíneas estradinhas, que são a serventia das grandes adegas do nectar de Baco.<br />
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Descemos para as Bateiras, por Ervedosa do Douro e Casais do Duro e já com o Douro por companhia, fomos até ao Pinhão, cruzando a sua famosa e bonita ponte metálica, com uma pequena uma paragem à entrada, para apreciar aquele lugar de beleza impar e tirar umas fotos.<br />
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A bonita vila de Pinhão situa-se na margem direita do Rio Douro, no coração do Alto Douro Vinhateiro, onde estão localizadas muitas das principais quintas produtoras do vinho do Porto.<br />
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A vila encontrava-se apinhada de gente neste feriado do 5 de Outubro e optamos por não nos demorarmos por ali, saindo pela outra ponte, a linda ponte romana sobre o Rio Pinhão, também conhecida por ponte do Arco, ou da Barrela.<br />
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Se até ali tínhamos gostado, logo que cruzamos a ponte romana do Pinhão, entramos noutro mundo, o do Cima Corgo, no coração do alto douro vinhateiro.<br />
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Seguimos para Gouvães do Douro, onde fizemos uma pequena paragem para admirar aquela impressionante paisagem.<br />
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Foi ai que me apercebi que me tinha enganado no percurso um pouco mais atrás, pois era para ter virado para Paradela de Guiães e Ordonho em direção à Galafura, para visitarmos o seu famoso miradouro de São Leonardo e segui em frente.<br />
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Já não quis voltar atrás e reformulei o percurso, cruzando Gouvães uma bonita aldeia de ruas estreitas e inclinadas, com algumas curvas fechadas, nada convenientes para a minha mota.<br />
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Mas lá diz o ditado, "só sabemos se passamos, depois de passarmos."<br />
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Rumamos então a Covas do Douro e Gouvinhas, onde já suei a estopinhas, quando por ali passei de bicicleta há alguns anos atrás.<br />
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Neste caso e contrariando os dizeres do povo, desta vez foi melhor a emenda que o soneto, pois divertimo-nos por belas estradinhas rodeadas de impressionantes paisagens, que nos prendiam a atenção constantemente. Valeu o engano!<br />
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Em Gouvinhas já estava de novo no percurso delineado e lá fomos até à Galafura à procura de comida, com a hora de almoço já perdida há algum tempo, pois por aqueles recantos não há restaurantes, nem nada que se pareça.<br />
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Fomos então até São Leonardo, onde existe um restaurante com o mesmo nome e, apesar da hora tardia, ainda fomos servidos, com boa comida e excelente simpatia por parte das funcionárias.<br />
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A mesa, essa, situada num lugar privilegiado, brindou-nos com uma brutal paisagem sobre os enormes vinhedos a perder de vista e por lindas encostas separadas pelo belo Rio Douro, um bonito contraste àquela zona agora de cores mais acastanhadas após a vindima.<br />
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Depois do almoço, calmo e gratificante, bem regado com um vinho da região, lá fomos até ao miradouro, que faz juz à sua fama.<br />
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Bem altaneiro, proporciona panoramas de grande beleza natural sobre o maravilhoso Rio Douro, manifestando assim a excelência da região.<br />
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Ali encontramos também uma bonita e singela capela, um agradável parque de merendas, perfeito para momentos de lazer e de comunhão com a natureza.<br />
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A sublinhar aquela beleza envolvente, ali se encontra-se afixado um painel de azulejos que parafraseia Miguel Torga.<br />
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<i>"O Doiro Sublimado. O prodígio de uma paisagem que deixa de o ser à forma de se desmedir. Não é um panorama que os olhos contemplam: é um excesso de natureza."</i><br />
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Com o final do dia a aproximar-se rapidamente era hora de regressar a casa.<br />
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Usufruímos ainda da descida a Covelinhas com paisagens de cortar a respiração e a passagem pelas velhas estações de Covelinhas e Bagaúste até ao Peso da Régua, pela panorâmica N.313-1, ladeando o Rio Douro.<br />
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Antes de cruzarmos a ponte no Peso da Régua, fomos atestar as motos e seguimos para a Foz do Rio Távora, pela outra margem do Rio Douro conduzindo pela mais bela das estradas portuguesas, a N.222.<br />
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Subir a Tabuaço ladeando o Rio Távora é de fato bonito e, feito de mota é ainda mais enchendo-nos o peito de adrenalina e aguçando o verdadeiro gosto de andar de mota.<br />
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Depois de Tabuaço e com o dia mesmo já no seu final, passamos Chavães e ladeamos a bela Barragem do Vilar, em direção a Sernancelhe, onde viramos o azimute a Trancoso, onde entramos no IP2, circulando nesta via rápida até ao nó dos Açores.<br />
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Aqui, subimos à Guarda pelo velho troço do IP5, atravessando cidade a pela cintura externa para entrar na velhinha N.18 que nos trouxe de novo a casa.<br />
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No Souto Alto, ao cruzamento de Alcaria, despedimo-nos do João e da Marta e com uns bons kms repletos de boa aventura com a passagem por terras de Ribacoa, Alto e Baixo Corgo, Alto Douro Vinhateiro e terras de Viriato, chegamos a casa satisfeitos com mais este belo passeio motociclista, onde descarregámos adrenalina, aliviamos o stress do quotidiano e carregámos a alma de boas paisagens e momentos de boa e sã camaradagem, desfrutando de um hobby que nos é comum . . . o prazer de andar de moto, na sua vertente lúdica, o mototurismo.<br />
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Vêmo-nos na estrada, ou fora dela.</div>
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Inté</div>
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<b>AC</b></div>
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Ontem e mais uma vez com a agradável companhia do Jorge Varetas, fomos dar uma volta de bicicleta por Terras de Ribacoa, com partida e chegada na bonita vila beirã do Sabugal, situada num pequeno planalto da Serra da Malcata.</div>
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Com o caudal do Rio Coa a seus pés, acolhe-se à sombra do seu esbelto e forte castelo medieval das 5 quinas, como é conhecido.</div>
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Pelas 06h30 abandonamos a cidade rumo àquela vila beirã e pelas 08h30 dávamos início à nossa pequena aventura velocipédica rumo às Termas do Cró, com passagem pelas Quintas de São Bartolomeu e Rapoula do Coa.</div>
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Fomos dar uma espreitadela à fachada das termas recentemente reabilitadas, com hotel, SPA e balneário termal.</div>
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Fomos depois até Cerdeira do Coa, onde paramos após cruzarmos Peroficó.</div>
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Não consigo resistir a uma paragem nesta localidade para apreciar aquele encantador local do Rio Noémi e a sua espetacular ponte românica de seis arcos.</div>
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Tive que mostrar aquele lugar o Jorge, que também ele ficou fã daquele cantinho.</div>
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Dali partimos em direção ao nó da IP5 para entrarmos na N.16, rumo a Castelo Bom, desfrutando dum troço de estrada bonito, curvilíneo e de paisagens de encher o olho, rasgadas pelo Rio Côa, que com fraco caudal nesta altura do ano lá seguia o seu caminho vale abaixo rumo à sua foz, em Vila Nova de Foz Coa.</div>
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Depois da amena subida a Castelo Bom, entramos naquela castiça aldeia, que por pouco não chegou a ser considerada aldeia histórica, mas que não deixa de ser autêntica e bonita.</div>
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Passeamo-nos pelas bonitas ruelas de pedra, estreitas e sinuosas, daquele lugar calmo e desertificado.</div>
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Depois de algumas fotos para mais tarde recordar, voltamos à N.16 e fomos até Vilar Formoso a maior fronteira terrestre do país.</div>
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Paramos num pequeno café ali "mastigamos" uma sandocha e bebemos uma bjeca fresquinha para repor um pouco as calorias despendidas.</div>
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Depois de cruzar a vila, entramos na parte do percurso mais incómoda, as longas retas ondulantes até ao Soito, com passagem por Nave de Haver, Aldeia da Ponte e Alfaiates, com uma forte ventania frontal, que nos fez sofrer um bocadito.</div>
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No Soito fomos até ao Restaurante Nabeiro, famoso pela sua especialidade, a Sopa de Corno, mas mal se cabia lá dentro, com tanta gente a gostar de "chifre" e ficamo-nos pelo restaurante Copus Bar, logo ali ao lado, onde comemos uma bela bifana e bebemos um fresquinho par de bjecas.</div>
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Bem atestadinhos e com o conta quilómetros a indicar que já só faltavam cerca de 25 kms para o final, rumamos a Quadrazais e de novo ao encontro do Rio Coa.</div>
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Cruzamos aquela antiga aldeia de contrabandistas e por uma bela estradinha panorâmica, que durante alguns kms é ladeada pelo Rio Coa, fomos até à Aldeia da Malcata, uma pitoresca lugar em plena Serra da Malcata.</div>
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O final estava próximo e em pouco tempo voltamos ao Sabugal, de onde tínhamos partido algumas horas antes.</div>
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Depois de arrumadas as bicicletas e restante material trocamos a licra por uma roupinha mais informal e fomos até ao Café do Tó, para o petisquinho de consagração, e bem merecido por sinal.</div>
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A sandocha de patanisca não faltou, tendo o Jorge optado pelas chamuças. </div>
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Na bjeca fomos unânimes e bem fresquinha, foi o culminar de mais uma volta vadia, desta vez por Terras de Ribacoa.</div>
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Fiquem bem.</div>
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Vêmo-nos na estrada, ou fora dela.</div>
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Beijos, abraços e apertos de mão.</div>
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Inté</div>
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AChttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00332903891471448032noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4609432153136109636.post-49181735768255830312018-09-19T15:11:00.001+00:002018-09-19T15:11:31.046+00:00"Caminhada pela Senda da Ribeira de Pena.""Quando saio por aí, pelas caminhadas da vida, em cada pisada fica uma história"<br />
(Sérgio o cancioneiro)<br />
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Depois de uma bela volta vadia de bicicleta, nada melhor que uma recuperação campestre na sempre amiga companhia da minha "Maria".</div>
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Para hoje escolhemos um roteiro fácil, em zona de boa gastronomia e recantos de lazer e, a escolha recaiu sobre a bonita e pitoresca Praia Fluvial do Mosteiro, banhada pela Ribeira de Pera, de grandes espaços verdes, com salgueiros, amieiros e sobreiros altos e densos, proporcionando sombras bastante frescas e agradáveis.</div>
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Tem uma extensa zona de água e uma pequena cascata com riacho, perpendicular à zona fluvial.</div>
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Ali começamos o nosso passeio pedestre cerca ds 09h00 confiantes num agradável passeio, pois o nome era bem sugestivo, mas acabou por não superar a expetativa.</div>
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Apenas estradão, sem nunca se aproximar da ribeira que corria livremente, um pouco mais abaixo, apenas se ouvindo o marulhar das suas águas e, aqui ou ali, um fugaz visão das suas águas límpidas e cristalinas.</div>
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A zona envolvente mostrava uma imagem bastante desoladora em virtude de toda aquela zona ter sido consumida pelos incêndios, ainda bem vivos na nossa memória.</div>
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Mas valeu a manhã bem passada, o simples fato de caminhar e isso, é de fato importante, aliado ao belo almoço na Taberna do Ferrador em Pedrogão Grande.</div>
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Foi bem gratificante esta manhã campestre e de caminhada fácil, para repor energias e carregar baterias, aliviando o stress e a "cuca" deste neo batalhão de ajuntadores de letras (jornalistas) que nos enchem as orelhas com toupeiras, frutas e apitos, dirigentes ressabiados e notícias inventadas, ou ampliadas, em prol das audiências jornaleiras.</div>
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Enfim. Vivam as minis, os tintóis e as comezainas, os bons amigos, o sazonais e os outros, e não digo as gajas porque a minha mulher pode ler o post.</div>
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Se morrer gordo, que se lixe, é mais uma horinha extra para o coveiro, mas também mais uma catrefada de bons momentos de que fui protagonista.</div>
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Fiquem bem.</div>
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Vemo-nos na estrada ou fora dela.</div>
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Beijos abraços e apertos de mão.</div>
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Inté</div>
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<b>AC</b> </div>
AChttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00332903891471448032noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4609432153136109636.post-38556873835637697462018-09-18T16:29:00.002+00:002018-09-18T16:29:40.446+00:00"Volta vadia de bicicleta por Belver e Alamal""Andar de bicicleta faz com que percebamos detalhes nunca antes percebidos por nós."<br />
(Jâneo Bigo)<br />
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Aproveitando uma folga do amigo Jorge Varetas e da sua excelente companhia, fomos dar uma volta vadia em modo cicloturistico pela zona de Belver e Praia Fluvial do Alamal.</div>
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Com o ponto de encontro marcado para as 07h00 junto à minha garagem, partimos de carro para Vila Velha de Rodão, o local de partida e chegada desta nossa pequena aventura velocipédica.</div>
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Depois do cafezinho e tudo o restante a que tínhamos direito, (salgadinhos) fizemo-nos à estrada subindo a Alvaiade por Gavião de Rodão e Tavila.</div>
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Descemos ao Perdigão e à Ponte sobre o Rio Ocresa, ainda com um bom caudal e subimos ao Vale da Mua, onde viramos à esquerda em direção a São Pedro do Esteval, com passagem por Peral, Monte Fundeiro, Lameira da Ordem e Redonda.</div>
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Em São Pedro paramos no café das bombas para saborear uma "pretinha nortenha" (superbock) e assim evitar um pouco o aumento da temperatura corporal.</div>
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A manhã estava com uma temperatura amena e convidativa para dar umas boas pedaladas que, aliada à ausência de tráfego automóvel e agradável panorama paisagístico, criava uma boa sensação de bem estar e prazer, na prática deste gratificante desporto lúdico.</div>
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Seguimos depois para a Ladeira, onde o Jorge aproveitou para encher o bidon com água da fonte das termas, aconselhada para o "reumático lambão e bicos de papagaio africano".</div>
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Passamos Venda Nova, Envendos, Vale do Coelho, Domingos da Vinha, Arriachas, Cimeira e Fundeira e descemos à bela Vila de Belver.</div>
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Na descida à vila, é surpreendente aquela imagem do castelo, no cimo de um monte e com a sua forma circular, que sobressai como o anjo da guarda do casario que está a seus pés.</div>
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É também um fantástico miradouro para o Rio Tejo que está a seus pés.</div>
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Fizemos uma paragem no quiosque do jardim junto à igreja matriz, para mais uma "pretinha" fresca e dois dedos de conversa.</div>
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Abandonamos aquele agradável local e descemos à ponte sobre o Rio Tejo, que quebra um pouco aquele ambiente natural, assim como a linha do comboio da Beira Baixa, que aqui tem um percurso lindíssimo até às Portas de Rodão.</div>
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Pena a paisagem nesta altura ser um pouco desoladora, por toda a área ter sido consumida por incêndios.</div>
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Logo à saída da ponte e fazendo juz ao nosso espírito aventureiro, resolvemos ir até à bela Praia Fluvial do Alamal, pedalando pelo seu idílico passadiço, que acompanha o Rio Tejo, com uma visão constante sobre o altaneiro Castelo de Belver.</div>
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Foi um momento mais intenso, a passagem pelo passadiço, recentemente reconstruído e de beleza impar, onde as nossas digitais dispararam a torto e a direito.</div>
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Pouco depois, chegamos à Praia Fluvial do Alamal, em pleno Rio Tejo e que ali separa o Alentejo da Beira Baixa.</div>
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É seguramente uma reserva natural de acalmia e tranquilidade.</div>
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Com uma paisagem natural deslumbrante e inserida na Rede Ecológica Nacional, esta bonita praia, de beleza incontornável, onde o verde das árvores contrasta com o tom amarelado do areal, é bem convidativa à preguiça e ao descanso.</div>
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E a preguiça, também ela aliada à necessidade de algum descanso, foi nossa conselheira e ali nos sentámos numa castiça mesa de madeira a apreciar aquela singela paisagem, enquanto nos saciávamos com uma refrescante "somersby" aguardando pela suculenta sandocha, uma bela bifana, que nos caiu que nem ginjas.</div>
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A preguiça aconselhava-nos a ficar por ali e a subidinha que nos esperava para sair daquele local era sua aliada, mas, a necessidade de chegar a casa e ainda os bons kms que tínhamos pela frente, ativaram-nos bom senso e, mais uma vez nos fizemos à estrada em direção ao Gavião, que cruzamos para enfrentar a monotonia das grandes retas até Arez, onde mais uma vez paramos para uma "bjeca" fresquinha, agora já num formato mais adulto, pois a "máquina" já levava algum aquecimento.</div>
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Até Nisa foi um instantinho e rodar até Vila Velha de Rodão, o local de partida, também não foi difícil, mas mais fácil, foi saborear a última "bjeca" na esplanada da Bolaria Rodense e dar por encerrada esta nossa aventura, ao meu jeito de volta vadia, ficando ainda a promessa de novas aventuras neste formato puramente cicloturista, quando a oportunidade surgir.</div>
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Fiquem bem.</div>
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Vêmo-nos na estrada, ou fora dela.</div>
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Beijos, abraços e apertos de mão.</div>
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Inté</div>
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<b>AC</b></div>
AChttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00332903891471448032noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4609432153136109636.post-49488378175345829762018-09-16T22:27:00.001+00:002018-09-17T17:58:11.421+00:00"Mototurismo por "tierras de nuestros hermanos"""A imaginação é a primeira fonte da felicidade humana"<br />
(Giacomo Leopardi)<br />
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Hoje fui fazer um passeio de mototurismo com a agradável companhia do João e da Marta, que vieram do Fundão aos comandos duma bonita e bem cativante Benelli TRK502.<br />
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O ponto de encontro foi nas bombas da Repsol do Lanço Grande, onde atestamos as máquinas e ingerimos a primeira dose matinal de cafeína.<br />
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Cerca das 07h30 fizemo-nos à estrada, por Ladoeiro e Zebreira, entrando em Espanha pela pequena fonteira que cruza o Rio Erges junto a Salvaterra do Extremo.<br />
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Depois duma pequena paragem para tirar uma foto ao Castillo de Peñafiel, que se ergue altaneiro no cimo de um monte formado por negra e musgosa penedia de abruptos rochedos inacessíveis.<br />
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Entramos em Espanha e, à entrada de Zarza la Mayor, viramos à esquerda ao encontro da Ex-A1, em Moraleja, que seguimos até à cidade de Plasencia.<br />
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Pelo panorâmico Vale de Jerte fomos até Valdastillas e subimos ao Piornal, pela Sierra de Tormantos, com uma paragem na Cascata do Caozo, para o João e a Marta ficarem a conhecer o local e na altura adequada fazerem uma visita aquela bonita cascata quando despeja as suas águas pela profunda Garganta de Bonal.<br />
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Chegados ao Piornal, paramos numa das suas pitorescas esplanadas para nos refrescarmos com uma bebida fresca e dois dedos de conversa.<br />
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Descemos seguidamente a Tierras de la Vera e almoçamos em Pasarón de la Vera, numa espaçosa "terrassa", enquanto as nossas motas arrefeciam um pouco o motor numa boa sombrinha.<br />
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Já saciados, seguimos para Tejeda de Tietar, para uns kms mais à frente virarmos o azimute à bonita zona de Bazagona, com a sua velha estacão de ferrocarril, ladeando Rio Tietar de àguas esverdeadas e um dos principais afluentes do Rio Tejo.<br />
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Paramos nos miradouros de Portilla de Tietar, La Higuerilla e Malavuelta, este ultimo, já junto ao paredão da Presa de Torrejon, onde o Rio Tietar encontra às águas do Rio Tejo.<br />
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Por uma bela estrada panorâmica subimos a Villareal de San Carlos, onde fizemos nova paragem, um pouco mais descontraída para um cafezinho, uma bela zurrapa, que nos fez saudosos da nossa bela bicazinha.<br />
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Descemos à ponte sobre o Rio Tejo, que cruzamos e paramos no fantástico local do Salto do Gitano, local emblemático do Parque Natural de Monfrague por albergar dezenas de aves de rapina.<br />
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É um local de beleza impar, com o Rio Tejo a marcar presença, criando uma moldura única e atrativa.<br />
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O dia já caminhava para o final e saímos daquele fantástico local em direção a Torrejon el Rubio, onde viramos à direita, ao encontro do sempre fascinante Embalse José Maria Oriol, por nós conhecido por Barragem de Alcântara, com passagem por Serradilla, Mirabel, Casas de Milan e Canaveral.<br />
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Desfrutando da fenomenal panorâmica criada pelo "embalse" que se estende kms a perder de vista, cruzamos Garrovilhas de Alconetar e Mata de Alcântara, antes de entrar em Alcântara, onde paramos, na praça do fontanário, para uma bebida refrescante, na esplanada de um dos seus vários cafés.<br />
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Seguiu-se uma breve mirada ao convento de San Benito e ás igrejas de San Pedro de Alcântara e Santa Maria dos Almocóvar, com a estátua de San Pedro colocada num quadrado entre ambas.<br />
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Depois desta singela visita, rumamos a casa, passando por Piedras Albas, Segura, Zebreira, Ladoeiro e Escalos de Baixo, onde me despedi do João e da Marta, que seguiram para o Fundão e eu para Castelo Branco.<br />
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Foi um dia bem passado na excelente companhia do João e da Marta, praticando um hobby que gostamos, o mototurismo, contemplando desta vez o sempre belo Vale de Jerte, Sierra de Tormantos, Tierras de la Vera, Parque Natural de Monfrague e Embalse de Alcântara.<br />
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Fiquem bem.<br />
Vemo-nos na estrada, ou fora dela.<br />
Beijos, abraços e apertos de mão.<br />
Inté.<br />
<b>AC</b></div>
AChttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00332903891471448032noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4609432153136109636.post-84021987258529290322018-09-12T18:36:00.001+00:002018-09-12T18:42:05.406+00:00"PNV Praia Fluvial da Froia"<div style="text-align: justify;">
"A vida é maravilhosa se não se tem medo dela" </div>
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(Charles Chaplin)</div>
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Depois de um fim de semana mais dedicado à bicicleta e aos amigos, hoje foi dia de caminhada na companhia da minha "Maria".</div>
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Escolhemos o Percurso "PNV Praia Fluvial da Froia", um dos bonitos recantos do Concelho de Proença a Nova.</div>
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Depois do cafezinho tomado e de preparada uma pequena "bucha" para o que desse e viesse, fizemo-nos à estrada rumo àquela pitoresca praia fluvial.</div>
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Criada com as águas límpidas e cristalinas da Ribeira da Froia, tem a frescura e beleza natural do espaço como incentivo a um dia bem passado neste bonito lugar de lazer.</div>
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Além do largo passeio onde se podem estender as toalhas, tem um pequeno parque infantil, duas pequenas cascatas, vários solários e zona fluvial para os mais pequenos, além de uma zona de restauração com esplanada, aberta todo o ano.</div>
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Depois de estacionada a viatura num dos vários parques ali existentes, fizemo-nos aos trilhos cruzando primeiramente a zona balnear e seguimos pelo trilho que rodeia a margem esquerda da Ribeira da Froia até à abandonada aldeia da Pedreira, onde ainda e apenas trabalham dois artesãos ao vivo, em xisto e verga.</div>
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Pelo caminho fomos desfrutando da bonita zona verde, felizmente não afetada pelos últimos fogos e fomos degustando amoras, bem docinhas, nas inúmeras silveiras que bordejam o caminho.</div>
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Chegamos à aldeia da Pedreira e por ali andamos entretidos durante algum tempo, mirando algumas das antigas casas devolutas e de bonito traçado.</div>
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Porém, não chegamos a visitar os artesãos, pois não nos apeteceu subir lá ao alto, às únicas casas não abandonadas e onde trabalham os ditos artesãos.</div>
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Passamos a ribeira para a sua margem direita pela velha ponte e regressamos à praia fluvial, por um outro caminho, também ele rodeado pela cativante panorâmica dos pinheiros e acácias que rodeiam o verdejante vale.</div>
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De novo na praia, fizemos uma visita mais demorada ao local e, em virtude do bar e restaurante se encontrarem provisoriamente fechados para férias, resolvemos regressar à cidade, depois de gorada a intenção de ali almoçar.</div>
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Após dum banhinho retemperador e roupinha mais apropriada, fomos então almoçar a um restaurante da cidade, fechando assim uma bela manhã lúdica, na companhia da minha excelente companhia, a minha "Maria".</div>
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Fiquem bem.</div>
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Vêmo-nos na estrada, ou fora dela.</div>
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Beijos, abraços e apertos de mão.</div>
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Inté</div>
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<b>AC</b></div>
AChttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00332903891471448032noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4609432153136109636.post-47881412882459969712018-09-10T14:39:00.001+00:002018-09-10T19:39:30.986+00:00"Serra da Lousã"<div style="text-align: justify;">
"Não há nada mais emocionante do que a aventura de viver"</div>
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(Hayrã Felipe Martins)</div>
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Andar de bicicleta, conviver com amigos e desfrutar de uma boa aventura, é um dos meus hobbys preferidos.</div>
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Na companhia do Nuno Eusébio, Luís Lourenço, Nuno Maia, Jorge Palma e Jorge Varetas Verde fomos aventurar-nos num bonito passeio velocipédico pelas Serras da Lousã, Sinhel e Castanheira de Pera.</div>
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Partimos do parque de estacionamento da Praia das Rocas, em Castanheira de Pera pelas 08h00 rumo à primeira dificuldade do dia que se iniciava na Palheira e terminava no alto da Mega.</div>
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Um "ossinho" para aquecer o "caparro" para os "carocinhos" que nos aguardavam lá mais para a frente.</div>
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Logo à saída de Castanheira de Pera fomos em busca da matinal dose de cafeína num café, mas a senhora tinha-se esquecido de ligar a máquina, pelo que seguimos viagem.</div>
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Aproveitamos a passagem e demos um saltinho à Praia Fluvial do Poço da Corga, um belo recanto para umas horinhas de relaxamento e um par de mergulhos nas suas águas cristalinas.</div>
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Subimos então ao alto da Mega e descemos para a Mega Cimeira, para mais uma pequena dose até ao alto de Obrais.</div>
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Pouco depois de iniciarmos esta ascensão, o Nuno Maia foi protagonista do azar do dia ao partir o desviador da sua KTM, de tal forma que não tinha reparação possível.</div>
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Nada havia a fazer e teve de recorrer à assistência privada para regressar a casa.</div>
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Continuamos a nossa aventura e seguimos para Álvares, uma bonita vila beirã.</div>
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Entramos na vila cruzando a sua bela ponte filipina e paramos no café da vila no aprazível local do Soito, onde vegetam frondosos álamos.</div>
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Depois duma merecida "sandocha" de bacon e queijo e uma bjeca fresquinha, saímos para enfrentar os contornos da Serra de Sinhel, ladeando o seu bonito vale e cruzando as bonitas aldeias de Amiosimnho, Relva da Mó e Roda Fundeira e Cimeira.</div>
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Logo à saída, e depois de cruzar a ribeira por um velho pontão, enfrentamos a curta e exigente subida que ladeia a velha fábrica de lanifícios, movida a energia hidráulica, já há muitos anos desativada e abandonada, onde entre outros, se fazia o velho burel.</div>
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Um percurso bonito de paisagens cativantes até à aldeia de Roda Cimeira, onde enfrentamos um dos duros "caroços" do dia, com a longa subida ao tanque florestal e antiga casa do guarda.</div>
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A partir daqui a "coisa" acalmou, com a entrada na N.2, sempre em descida até ao Cimo do Alvém com passagem por Cantoneiros, Esporão e Ladeiras.</div>
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No Cimo do Alvém abandonamos a N.2 e seguimos pela panorâmica estradinha que nos conduziu à Lousã, passando por Alegria, Pontão do Seladinho, Codeçais, Golpilhares e Vilarinho.</div>
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Mal entramos na Lousã e com uns barulhinhos esquisitos na zona estomacal, paramos no Restaurante "Manjar de Deus" e ali estivemos entretidos com uma bela sopinha, umas bifanas, umas bjecas bem fresquinhas e até uma sobremesa bem adocicada valeram, em modo preparatório à subida da sempre bela Serra da Lousã, caracterizada pela sua magnitude e simplicidade, com especial destaque para as suas belíssimas aldeias serranas e percursos naturais.</div>
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Demos inicio a esta fantástica subira pela Alfocheira e paramos na bonita aldeia de Candal, com uma pequena visita ao seu largo principal onde apreciamos a natural beleza daquele local único.</div>
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Desfrutando da idílica panorâmica montanhosa desta magnífica serra, fomos até ao Catarredor, a aldeia menos recuperada, mas ainda assim com o seu encanto.</div>
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Mais à frente, foi a vez da visita à aldeia de Talasnal, para mim a mais bela e bem recuperada de todas elas, a par de Gondramaz, que não teve a nossa visita por estar fora de roteiro.</div>
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A descida da serra rumo a Cacilhas foi feita a boa velocidade, seguindo depois por Vale Maceira, Portela, Cova do Lobo, Espinho, Cadaixo e Pereira, onde enfrentamos a maior dificuldade do dia com a duríssima subida ao Casalinho, pelo Torno.</div>
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A partir daqui a dureza abrandou e seguimos pela cumeada da serra, passando Supegal e Fetais até chegarmos a um bonito recanto do percurso, a Praia Fluvial da Louçainha, que não pudemos desfrutar pelo adiantado da hora, pois ainda estávamos a uma vintena de kms do final.</div>
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Até Castanheira de Pera já não houve grande dificuldade e depois da passagem pela Ribeira Velha, foi desfrutar da boa descida a Castanheira.</div>
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Já junto das viaturas, arrumamos as bicicletas, trocamos a licra por roupa mais informal e fomos até ao Restaurante Santo Amaro, na Sertã, em busca da afamada sopa de peixe e dum belo prego, bem regadinho com par de canequinhas loiras.</div>
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Foi um belo dia de pedalada com amigos, numa bonita aventura lúdica, com alguma dureza, mas é disto que a malta gosta e nos faz sentir ativos e com vontade de viver, pois ao contrário de quem diz . . . . só se morre uma vez, eu digo: errado, só se vive uma vez, por isso . . .usem e abusem da vida, porque só se morre mesmo uma vez.</div>
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Fiquem bem.</div>
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Vemo-nos na estrada, ou fora dela.</div>
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Beijos, abraços e apertos de mão.</div>
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Inté</div>
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AChttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00332903891471448032noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4609432153136109636.post-52762113119791341752018-08-30T19:53:00.001+00:002018-08-30T20:19:36.450+00:00"Rota dos Castelos Alentejanos"<div style="text-align: justify;">
"Um homem que não se alimenta dos seus sonhos, envelhece cedo." </div>
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(William Shakespeare)<br />
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Ontem foi dia de "vadiar" com uma das minhas voltinhas, desta vez de mota, pela bonita Rota dos Castelos Alentejanos.<br />
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Sai cedinho, pelas 06h00 e rumei ao primeiro castelo, o de Elvas, com passagem por Vila Velha de Rodão, Nisa, Alpalhão, Fortios, Portalegre, Arronches e Santa Eulália.<br />
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Elvas, é uma pequena e agradável cidade, cheia de monumentos e classificada como património da humanidade em 2012.<br />
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Como o meu passeio visava os castelos, fui apenas até ao seu bonito castelo medieval, uma bonita obra de fortificação islâmica e foi palco de importantes acontecimentos da história do país como tratados de paz e trocas de princesas.<br />
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Percorrer as estreitas e angulosas ruas empedradas daquela bonita cidade amuralhada não é uma tarefa fácil, pelo menos para mim e por ali me demorei pouco tempo.<br />
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Saí em busca do segundo castelo, o de Borba.<br />
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Borba é uma bonita cidade alentejana, conhecida pela excelente qualidade dos seus vinhos e mármores.<br />
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O seu castelo foi um dos redutos importantes da Guerra da Restauração, tendo-se registado nas suas imediações, a famosa batalha de Montes Claros, uma das decisivas para a causa portuguesa.<br />
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Logo a seguir, foi a vez duma pequena visita a Vila Viçosa, outra bonita vila alentejana, com uma rica história e um património invejável, também conhecida como a "Princesa do Alentejo".<br />
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Fiz uma primeira paragem no Paço Ducal, o mais emblemático monumento da povoação, seguindo depois para o castelo, para uma visita aquele belo monumento e à sua igreja matriz.<br />
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Dali segui para o Alandroal, para visitar o seu castelo medieval, muito bem conservado e de beleza inspiradora, situado bem no centro da pequena vila, numa pequena elevação da imensa planície alentejana.<br />
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Depois de abandonar aquela bonita vila, parei mais à frente num local recatado e de boa sombra, para descansar um pouco e comer uma pequena "bucha" enquanto digeria as cativantes imagens dos belos locais por onde já tinha passado.<br />
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Voltei à estrada, agora em direção a Terena, também conhecida por São Pedro.<br />
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Uma outra bonita vila alentejana, próxima da ribeira e da barragem de Lucifécit, de ruas calmas e de arquitetura de casario rural.<br />
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Ali visitei o seu castelo, um dos mais importantes na linha de defesa do Guadiana.<br />
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Voltei à mota e depois de mais uns quantos quilómetros desfrutando das pouco curvilíneas estradas e beleza da planície alentejana, cheguei a Reguengos de Monsaraz, atualmente conhecida como a varanda do Grande Lago, o Alqueva, um dos mais bonitos postais turísticos de Portugal.<br />
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Fiz apenas uma pequena paragem para uma sempre entretida "mirada" na imponente igreja matriz construída em honra de Santo António, com caraterísticas do espirito romântico da época gótico-manuelina.<br />
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A passagem pelo idílico lago da albufeira da Barragem do Alqueva é sempre algo que me faz parar para apreciar aquela imensidão de água azulada a perder de vista. E foi o que fiz num dos seus bonitos recantos.<br />
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Rumei depois até Portel, para visitar o seu majestoso e gótico castelo, que se ergue no cimo de uma colina, o ponto mais alto da vila.<br />
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Depois de feita a visita, atestei a mota à saída da vila e segui para a Vidigueira, onde pretendia dar uma vista de olhos às ruinas do seu antigo castelo do Paço dos Gamas.<br />
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Mais uns kms a usufruir do prazer de andar de moto e nova paragem, desta vez na pacata vila de Alvito, onde se respira paz de espírito e tranquilidade por entre o seu casario branco de faixa amarela ou azul.<br />
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A vila desenvolve-se ao redor do seu castelo do seculo XV, onde hoje funciona a Pousada do Alvito.<br />
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Parei numa das frondosas sombras do jardim junto à bela e alva Ermida de São Sebastião, para mais um pequeno ataque ao "farnel" que tinha levado e descansar um pouco, desfrutando daquela inebriante tranquilidade.<br />
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Mas ainda havia uns quilometrozitos para fazer e alguns castelos para visitar, pelo que de novo me fiz à estrada em direção a Viana do Alentejo, uma vila envolvida por lindas paisagens pintalgadas por montes e montados. Uma autêntica beleza.<br />
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Visitei o seu imponente castelo, um dos mais importantes conjuntos arquitetónicos fortificados do final do período gótico, com um marco histórico-cultural notável.<br />
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A meia tarde indicava-me que era hora de me ir chegando ao final desta bonita rota e segui para Montemor o Novo, passando por Alcáçovas e Santiago do Escoural, terra de famosas grutas, que pretendo visitar numa outra oportunidade.<br />
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Em Montemor, visitei mais uma vez o ex-libris daquela bela cidade, o seu ancestral castelo.<br />
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Construído sobre as prováveis ruinas e traçado de uma remota fortificação muçulmana, foi alvo de varias reconstruções ao longo dos séculos e palco de alguns dos maiores momentos da História de Portugal.<br />
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Terá sido aqui que a travessia marítima de Vasco da Gama terá sido ultimada, durante as Cortes de 1496.<br />
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Já com o azimute virado à Beira Baixa, fui até Arraiolos, uma simpática vila alentejana, mundialmente conhecida derivado aos seus famosos tapetes.<br />
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Subi ao castelo da vila, também conhecido como o Paço dos Alcaides, com a sua antiquíssima igreja do Salvador, de onde desfrutei de um panorama extraordinário sobre o bonito casario branco e toda a natureza circundante.<br />
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O dia encaminhava-se rapidamente para o seu término e era hora de regressar a casa.<br />
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Passei por Pavia e já não fui visitar a sua famosa Anta, cruzei Galveias e parei em Ponte de Sor, no Rei ds Bifanas, para apreciar aquele petisco bem português, não resistindo a um par de loiras e fresquinhas imperiais. Um pecado pequenino mas bem reconfortante.<br />
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Até Castelo Branco já não tive mais nenhuma paragem e no final, fiquei saciado com mais umas das minhas voltas vadias, desta vez de mota, pela excelente Rota dos Castelos Alentejanos.<br />
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Fiquem bem.<br />
Vêmo-nos na estrada, ou fora dela.<br />
Beijos, abraços ou apertos de mão.<br />
Inté<br />
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AChttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00332903891471448032noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4609432153136109636.post-36757540170705067152018-08-19T22:42:00.000+00:002018-08-20T10:25:38.643+00:00"Mototurismo pelas Serras da Estrela e do Açor"<div style="text-align: justify;">
"O meu estilo de vida liberta a minha mente. Sou louco, mas um louco consciente. (Desconhecido)</div>
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Desta vez, tive a excelente companhia da minha irmã Isabel, uma mulher guerreira que recentemente "explodiu" para o mundo das motas, vivendo agora um sonho, há muito tempo hibernado. </div>
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Com um perfil bem aventureiro, tenho a certeza de que ainda vou ler e ouvir muitos relatos de aventuras desta minha maninha "motard".</div>
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Logo pela manhã, ainda cedo, partimos à aventura, rumo à nossa sempre bela Serra da Estrela.</div>
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Paramos no Fundão, na Pastelaria "Arte&Doce, para o cafezinho da manhã e o pastelinho de nata da praxe.</div>
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Seguimos depois para a Covilhã e subimos a Serra da Estrela até ao seu ponto mais alto, a Torre, com uma ligeira paragem no miradouro dos Carqueijais, para uma mirada sobre o bonito vale e Cova da Beira.</div>
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Na torre fizemos a obrigatória paragem e visita às lojinhas de produtos típicos serranos, descendo seguidamente à Lagoa Comprida, a maior das lagoas serranas.</div>
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Fizemos um ligeiro passeio pelo paredão, apreciamos aquele bonito espelho de água e deliciamo-nos com a fantástica panorâmica montanhosa a perder de vista.</div>
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A hora de almoço estava próxima e um bom almocinho vinha a calhar.</div>
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Descemos ao encantador local da Senhora do Desterro, um pequeno paraíso em plena reserva do Parque Natural da Serra da Estrela, banhado pelo Rio Alva, com nascente na encosta sudoeste da serra e que, ao longo dos seus cerca de 106 kms de extensão, percorre um sinuoso caminho entre as encostas da Serra da Estrela e Serra do Açor, onde escavou o seu leito.</div>
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Mas nem só de natureza vive o homem, a boa gastronomia também cria um excelente binómio e dá valor às coisas boas da vida.</div>
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O pitoresco Restaurante Margarida, faz parte daquele pequeno paraíso e o seu excelente bacalhau à Margarida, faz-nos cair na tentação do pecado da gula.</div>
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A primeira parte deste passeio mototuristico estava feito e íamos agora passar à segunda parte, cruzando a bonita Serra do Açor, um concentrado de beleza natural, cursos de água e belas aldeias.</div>
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Passamos por S. Romão e Valezim, antes de entrar na bonita estradinha panorâmica que nos levou à Aldeia da Cabeça, terra dos lendários cavaleiros das esporas de oiro e também conhecida como Aldeia - Natal, considerado o mais genuíno e autêntico de Portugal.</div>
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Continuamos por Malhada do Rei, uma pequena aldeia de belos açudes, moinhos e levadas, banhada pela bonita Ribeira de Loriga.</div>
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Seguiu-se a aldeia do Muro, Vide, Malhada de Cilhas, Casal Figueiras e Foz da Égua, onde pretendíamos efetuar uma paragem para visitar aquele idílico local.</div>
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Tal não foi possível, pois era tanta gente e viaturas, maioritariamente de emigrantes, que nem havia um cantinho para estacionar as motos.</div>
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Seguimos para a aldeia de Chãs D'Egua e paramos na esplanada do café do miradouro, com explêndida vista sobre o vale e ali bebericamos uma bebida fresca e descansamos um pouco.</div>
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A ideia inicial era irmos até Piódão mas a vista cá do alto não nos agradou, com a imensidão de viaturas estacionadas ao longo da estrada, antevendo como estaria o pequeno largo da aldeia. Haverá outras oportunidades.</div>
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Subimos à cumeada "plantada" de geradores eólicos e rumamos à Fórnea, sempre rodeados de estonteantes paisagens.</div>
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Já pelos vales profundos, cruzamos a Covanca e Unhais o Velho e subimos à Portela de Unhais, para nos deliciamos com a soberba paisagem sobre a Barragem de Santa Luzia, de águas azuladas e com os penedos como pano de fundo.</div>
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Aproveitamos para lanchar e descansar um pouco nas vastas sombras daquele belo local, o Casal da Lapa.</div>
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O dia aproximava-se do fim e era hora de regressar a casa. Antes, paramos ainda no magnífico miradouro, junto aos penedos para apreciarmos as fantásticas paisagens daquele local de beleza impar, antes de seguirmos para Armadouro, onde um pouco mais à frente entrámos na N.112, que seguimos até Castelo Branco, com passagem ainda por Cambas, Orvalho, Casas Zebreira, Foz do Giraldo e Salgueiro do Campo.</div>
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Foi um dia em pleno, de bom mototurismo com a sempre alegre companhia da minha irmã Isabel, cruzando as belas Serras da Estrela e do Açor, por estradas curvilíneas e paisagens de encantar, aldeias com história e um bonito dia para usufruir desta nossa paixão pelas motos, na sua vertente lúdica e aventureira.</div>
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Fiquem bem.</div>
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Vêmo-nos na estrada, ou fora dela.</div>
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Beijos, abraços e apertos de mão.</div>
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AChttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00332903891471448032noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4609432153136109636.post-4887404109110606892018-08-16T13:59:00.001+00:002018-08-16T14:16:04.790+00:00"Passeio de mota pela Beira Alta e Beira Litoral."Aqueles que não fazem nada estão sempre dispostos a criticar os que fazem algo" (Oscar Wilde)<br />
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Na companhia dos amigos Francisco Mendes e Dª. Zarita, José Paulo e Carla Paulo e Nuno Silva, fomos dar um belo passeio de mota pela Beira Alta e Beira Litoral.</div>
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Com o ponto de encontro no parque de estacionamento do Hipermercado Continente, lá nos juntamos pelas 06h00 para mais uma aventura mototuristica.</div>
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Partimos em direção a Valhelhas, onde viramos á direita e serpenteando o bonito Vale da Estrela, fomos até à barragem do Caldeirão, onde paramos para apreciar aquela imponente bacia hidrográfica.<br />
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Fomos depois entrar na velhinha N.16 por onde rolamos até Aveiro.</div>
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É uma estrada pouco movimentada mas com um razoável interesse turístico, onde destaco a passagem que contorna a Serra do Alvendre pelo Vale do Rio Mondego e a passagem entre Paçô e Sernada do Vouga, ladeando o bonito Rio Vouga.</div>
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Passamos por muitas aldeias, vilas e algumas cidades, onde destaco Celorico da Beira, Mangualde, Fragosela, Viseu, Moselos e São Pedro do Sul.</div>
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Paramos nas termas de São Pedro do Sul, para apreciar aquela bonita zona termal, comermos uma pequena "bucha" e beber algo fresco.</div>
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Voltamos às motas e percorremos os restantes kms da N.16, com passagem ainda por Vouzela, Oliveira de Frades, Pinheiro de Lafões, Arcozelo das Maias, Paçô, Sernada do Vouga, Albergaria a Velha e finalmente Aveiro, onde almoçamos, no Restaurante "O Manel", na Esguelha já na entrada da cidade.</div>
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Cruzamos aquela linda cidade rumo à zona portuária, deixando a verdadeira beleza daquela fantástica metrópole, também conhecida como "Veneza Portuguesa" para uma outra visita mais demorada, mas hoje, o objetivo era diferente.</div>
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Percorremos a bonita estrada da Costa Nova, uma pequena península entre a ria de Aveiro e o mar.</div>
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Desta vez foi um pouco penoso percorrer este pequeno troço até à Vagueira, pois o trânsito estava simplesmente infernal e, o constante para e arranca entre largas dezenas de viaturas, tirou a motivação e o encanto de percorrer aquela curta zona.</div>
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Cruzamos a ria para Vagos e fomos ao encontro da N.235 em Oiã, que seguimos até ao Luso, passando por Oliveira do Bairro, Sangalhos e Vila Nova de Monsarros.</div>
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Seguiu-se a visita à fabulosa Mata do Buçaco, de verde intenso, exuberância serena, quase mágica e botânica deslumbrante.</div>
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Ficámo-nos pela olhada exterior do Palace Hotel do Buçaco, um dos mais belos edifícios neo-manuelinos de Portugal, Convento de Santa Cruz e jardim adjacente.</div>
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O tempo já era curto e o regresso à cidade ainda distava a cerca de duas centenas de kms, por isso, ficou apenas a referência para quem mais tarde queira visitar aquele belo local e as suas exuberantes matas, que dispõem de seis interessantes percursos pedestres, aptos para percorrer em família.</div>
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Era minha intenção inicial regressar pela sempre bela e intrigante Serra do Açor, com os seus belos vales, cursos de água, estradas curvilíneas e aldeias com encanto, mas, o fato é de que estes recantos são mesmo para quem gosta de curvar e aventurar-se pelo desconhecido, por paisagens inóspitas, quase selvagens.</div>
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Com o final do dia a aproximar-se recorremos ao plano B, algo discutido por sinal e optamos por regressar por percurso mais ameno, apesar de um pouco mais longo, recorrendo ao IC2, IC3 e IC8 para rumarmos à cidade, com uma derradeira paragem no Lugar de Pastor, para um bolinho e bebida fresca.</div>
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Como o inacabado e uma palavra que não faz parte dos meus gostos pessoais, irei um dia destes demorar-me um pouco mais pela frondosa Mata do Buçaco, com um pequeno passeio pelos seus belos recantos e percorrer o percurso que tinha delineado pela Serra do Açor, com passagem por algumas zonas que também são desconhecidas para mim e que quero conhecer.</div>
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Chegados à cidade, sem incidentes, foi hora de um até á próxima, regressando cada um a sua casa, depois de um dia estafante para alguns, talvez pouco interessante para outros e inacabado para mim.</div>
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Vêmo-nos na estrada, ou fora dela.</div>
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Inté</div>
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AChttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00332903891471448032noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4609432153136109636.post-84646171563992124592018-07-23T10:28:00.000+00:002018-07-23T14:27:31.077+00:00"Objetivo Torre"<div style="text-align: justify;">
"Dificuldades preparam pessoas comuns para destinos extraordinários." (C.S.Lewis)</div>
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"Objetivo Torre", foi o nome escolhido pelo David Vila Boa para mais um evento "Feelsbike", que juntou um belo "magote" de praticantes, para mais uma subida na Serra da Estrela, à semelhança do ano passado.</div>
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O trajeto foi praticamente o mesmo do ano anterior, com a diferença de que este ano subimos mesmo ao ponto mais alto da serra . . . a Torre.</div>
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O ponto de partida foi dado na Zona Industrial do Tortozendo, junto às instalações da Padaria Dias, onde a malta tomou o cafezinho e o famoso pastelinho de nata.</div>
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Eu este ano resolvi começar em Castelo Branco e pelas 06h00 ja cruzava a cidade ao encontro da malta no Tortozendo.</div>
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Pedalei pela N.18, por Alcains, Lardosa, Alpedrinha e Fundão, cruzando-me com a caravana automóvel no cruzamento de Alcaria.</div>
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Cheguei ainda a tempo de tomar o cafezinho com a malta e com eles rumar à Torre num belo pelotão colorido, com passagem por Teixoso, Orjais, Valhelhas e Vale da Amoreira, onde alguns pararam para abastecer de líquidos, eu incluído, maioritariamente cervejinha preta.</div>
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Continuamos por Sameiro e Manteigas, onde iniciamos a subida pelo bonito Vale Glaciar até aos Piornos, seguindo depois para a Torre.</div>
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Depois da suada chegada, após 126 kms de boas pedaladas, ataquei uma bela sandes mista de queijo da serra e presunto, acompanhada com uma bela jola fresquinha que souberam que nem ginjas.<br />
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Entretanto a minha "Maria" chegou também, com a missão de me fazer regressar a casa, agora de forma menos penosa.</div>
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Depois de um banhinho "chap, chap, nas traseiras do barracão da torre e de trocar a licra por uma roupinha mais casual, descemos até ao Restaurante "Montes Hermínios" onde desfrutamos dum belo almocinho na esplanada do restaurante, com uma maravilhosa panorâmica a perder de vista sobre aquela encosta serrana e vales longínquos.</div>
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Não apetecia mesmo nada sair dali, mas era hora de regressar. Cheguei a casa satisfeito por este dia bem passado e, depois do banhinho retemperador, não prescindi duma bela sestinha no meu velho sofá.</div>
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Fiquem bem.</div>
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Vêmo-nos noa estrada, ou fora dela.</div>
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Beijos, abraços e apertos de mão.</div>
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Inté</div>
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<b>AC</b></div>
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Em dia de mais uma das minhas caminhadas, sempre na companhia da minha cara metade e excelente companheira nestas minhas passeatas pela natureza, fomos até à bonita Aldeia de Xisto de Fajão.</div>
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Fajão, é uma aldeia de contos, que convive com as escarpas quartzíticas dos Penedos de Fajão, encaixada numa pitoresca concha da serra, alcandorada sobre o Rio Ceira, perto da sua nascente, cuja configuração faz lembrar antigos castelo naturais.</div>
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Chegamos à aldeia pouco depois das 08h30, sob intenso nevoeiro, que nos criou alguma apreensão sobre se daríamos, ou não, inicio à caminhada.</div>
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Mas a impressão era de que a neblina estava a levantar e o sol começaria a iluminar o bonito Vale sobre o Rio Ceira, rodeado pelos impressionantes Penedos de Fajão e pela Bela Serra do Açor.</div>
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A beleza que ainda não à muito tempo caracterizava aquela zona, era agora um pouco mais cinzenta, depois da devastação causada pelos fogos de Outubro passado.</div>
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Ainda assim, vale a pena palmilhar aqueles trilhos, que circundam o Rio Ceira e enfrentar a dura transposição dos Penedos de Fajão.</div>
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Concordamos iniciar a caminhada e depois da passagem por algumas das castiças ruelas da aldeia, seguimos até à Capela de São Salvador e da Sra da Guia, descendo depois à pequena aldeia de Ponte de Fajão, situada no fundo do vale, rodeada de montanhas, fazendo lembrar uma aldeia suiça perdida nos Alpes.</div>
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Depois de cruzar a ponte sobre o Rio Ceira, junto à Praia Fluvial, subimos à aldeia, que cruzamos por algumas das suas estreitas e calcetadas ruelas até junto à Torre da Capela.</div>
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Descemos depois aos terrenos agrícolas de encontro à margem do rio, que ladeamos por um trilho estreito, muito bonito e com passagem por alguns moinhos e azenhas, até à Ponte de Cartamil, com os seus bonitos arcos e com os Penedos de Fajão como pano de fundo.</div>
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Aqui voltamos a cruzar o rio, para a sua margem esquerda e apreciamos os interessantes bonecos junto a uma casa junto à ponte, que nos divertiu um pouco.</div>
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A parte mais fácil já estava ultrapassada com a passagem pelo bonito trilho que ladeia o Rio Ceira e o seu bonito Vale.</div>
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Agora era transpor os penedos, rumo à Aldeia de Fajão.</div>
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Começamos a subir a impressionante Calçada das Voltinhas, que percorre em balcão a encosta escarpada sobre o vale, com belas vistas sobre o Rio Ceira e o seu verdejante vale.</div>
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Chegamos à interseção com o PR1 e seguimos por este, para a Capela dos Mouros e Penedos de Penalva, o ponto mais alto do percurso, de onde se obtêm uma bela vista sobre a Serra do Açor e a Aldeia de Fajão.</div>
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É uma subida algo difícil, pelas escarpas entre grandes blocos de quartzito, com algumas passagens onde mais se parecia a uma subida de alpinismo, que de caminhada.</div>
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O incêndio que assolou aquelas bonitas escarpas, dificultou bastante a ascensão, queimando a sinalização e apagando muitas vezes o traçado, já de si difícil e, em algumas zonas, pouco percetível.</div>
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Valeu-me o velhinho Oregon, que sempre me aponta o local de passagem, quando a dúvida me assola.</div>
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Já no alto e depois de transpor os Penedos de Penalva, descemos à aldeia por um já pouco simulado trilho que ladeia a encosta, mas que nos proporciona vistas deslumbrantes sobre o Vale do Ceira e Serra do Açor.</div>
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Chegados à aldeia, abancámos no Restaurante "O Pascoal", antigo "Juíz de Fajão".</div>
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Pequeno, rústico, regional e de ótima comida, afavelmente servida pelos Sr Carlos e Dª. Lucília, com doses generosas e preço simpático.</div>
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Com o "bandulho" bem carregado e as pernitas algo cansadas, respondi ao apelo do meu velho sofá e regressei a casa, para um banhinho retemperador e uma merecida sestinha.</div>
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Fiquem bem.</div>
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Vemo-nos na estrada, ou fora dela.</div>
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Beijos abraços e apertos de mão.</div>
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Inté</div>
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<b>AC</b></div>
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