71.19: Portugal: Geres: The town of Fafiao in the middle of 'Nowhere'...which in this region is a lovely place.
The honesty or frankness of the early morning light and its effects. The feeling continues. The roads in the National Forest are pretty good for where they take one and how edgy they are and can be even edgier. Often, Jen finds herself in a trance as she travels with me, a ghost-driver for want of a description, while sitting in the passenger seat. We did notice that most of the tight and narrow roads are without painted lines down the middle. It seems that should they divide the roads in the usual manner, then motorists might believe there is room for two. Yet in essence, when cars cross, they have to make adjustments which can be tricky if one happens to be on an edge, often the case. Perhaps that's why Jen is rather quiet at times. Motorbikes have it easy though, but I don't believe she would like to be on the back of one or for that matter, anywhere on it. Who said life on the road was easy? We explored the one side of the river while rising to the p...