Velo Nazare

The Costa de Prata isn't a route, it's a test of endurance. The wind always blows hard, no matter which direction you're going. The sea roars to the right, the sun blazes to the left, and somewhere in between, you're pedaling your heart out.

From the quiet coves near São Pedro to the cliffs of Nazaré, the route follows the old fishing trails – salt, dust, the scent of eucalyptus. Around every bend, a new battle: against inclines, sand, and one's own idea that this is relaxation.

But then: the view. The sea, endless and capricious. Fishing boats like toys, seagulls like arrows. In Nazaré itself, the Atlantic rages like a god in a bad mood. Surfers chase waves of all sizes, while down at the harbor, the elderly talk about past storms as if they were family celebrations.

Culture? It's here in the sore muscles and the fado from the bars, in the bread and sardines, in the endless wait for good weather. But at some point, you understand: This coast doesn't want to please. It tests. And those who persevere don't get a trophy—just salty skin and the feeling of having briefly been part of something unbridled.