Following a good nights sleep we all joined up for breakfast. The Three Stooges, Paulo, Rami & Hugo from Portugal and Rob from Ireland. To save money I set my tent up in the kiddies playing area. Not sure how waterproof it would be though. Rob was on a GS1200 and Rami on a 990 so we had some heavy metal with us. A good selection of bikes outside the hotel. Paulo who has a reputation for always being the last to get ready was busy packing before all of us and to be fair he was the first ready to go. We head up to the top of a nearby hill to admire the view and see both vultures and golden eagles circling above us. We carried on along some flowing fast tracks along meadows dust was a bit of a problem and Hugo learnt never to follow a bike with a CO2 on too closely through rocky sections as they spit them backwards like bullets which resulted in a broken headlight. We went through one ford which turned the GS into a 600 single but eventually it cleared itself. We headed into a town for lunch and in the roasting heat chose to shelter under the sun shades. Timpo chose to give himself a few more rays out in the thick of it. "Mad Dogs and Scousemen go out in the midday sun" you decide which he is. Lovely tapas style food and plenty of craic we jumped back on the bikes and headed off again. We encountered a few locked gates which we navigated around but that is part of the fun in finding your way. We ended the day dusty hot but satisfied with our fill of trail riding. Monsanto was a spectacular rock outcrop a real tourist attraction. At one point the track lead us down to this dam which was the only way across the river but with a crane in the middle of it that we would have to lift the bikes over it was a no go so we had to make our way around. Despite the heat there were still some muddy puddles around which Rob managed to find. It was a multi person job to get the GS out of this hole. A classic ford which led through some Roman ruins which we all made it through unscathed. Its always a worry that you will over pay or be ripped off when looking for digs but we had our secret weapon in Rami who is very good at chatting and negotiating the best deal. Whilst doing a deal Rami came out and asked if anyone had a cork screw. As if by chance muddymatt had one in his rucksack and it made short work of opening the bottle of Port that the landlady wanted us all to have a glass out of. The ladies name "Stella" ! Rick Timpo and myself stayed with a lovely eccentric jewish lady in quite some luxury. Like a little prince I had my own luxury double bed. We thought we might need this to get Dicky dakar to the top of the hill where the bar was the thought of a cold beer helped him through the pain barrier. Superb views out across the plain a really fitting end to a great day. The houses in amongst the rock were really quaint. Seeing some for sale we wondered how you would get the raw materials up through the narrow streets. We then thought of a craftsman mate of hours and realised that 690 side panniers line with fertiliser bags would be the way forward for transporting materials such as sand, cement and bricks. After a few beers we headed to a local restaurant for a really nice meal. We sent a runner back to the bar to ensure it remained open for us. The fun then really started. Mead shots all round I think we did a couple of bottles of that. Hugo crashed into the jewellry display case causing it all to fall down. This bloke then started ridiculing my phrasebook we has got me around wonderful Portugal for 6 weeks over the last few years. As I was recording this in the book Timpo then snapped the pen of truth in half. Luckily another was procured and I carried on. Boys will be boy and the book started to fill with playground swearwords and sayings. The only one that I could remotely repeat is by an unknown person. "Everyone's a *!*! except Paulo he's a proper bloke. Rob's words of wisdom were "All ferry companies are a shower of tits" Anyway more of this continued and eventually we all stumbled back to our sleeping quarters.