The great city of Barcelona marks the beginning of our Trans Iberia journey. If you are arriving by plane you will be met at BCN airport and transferred to our first night’s hotel where we will rendezvous as a group. The guide team will be on hand to help prepare bikes, before we head out for our first meal together. This evening we’ll have a chance to meet each other over some traditional Catalan cuisine and wine and hear from the team as they introduce the 3 week journey ahead of us.

As the gateway to your Trans Iberia ride, Barcelona is more than just a starting point and for those arriving early, it’s a fabulous city to spend a day or two wandering the alleys and historic squares of the old town and enjoy local dishes like Pa Amb Tomàquet (bread with tomato), fresh seafood, and a glass of Vermut de la Casa in a neighbourhood bar. Just off La Rambla you’ll find the Mercat de Sant Josep (La Boqueria), a vibrant market and a feast for the senses! Ideal for picking up fresh fruit, artisanal snacks, or simply absorbing the atmosphere of a city that loves to eat well.

• Meals: Breakfast, lunch
• Ascent: 1,160 Metres Approx.

Today’s ride takes us from the bustle of Barcelona towards the quiet backroads, and wide-open skies of southern Catalonia and to our destination at the heart of Cava country: Villafranca del Penedès.

We begin the day slipping out of the city along a network of cycle paths and riverside routes skirting the Llobregat. The early kilometres pass through the urban fringe, with stretches through towns like Cornellà and Sant Boi, but traffic is manageable and the riding easy-going.

Soon enough, the terrain softens into rolling countryside, and we leave the last of the city traffic behind. The ride follows a mix of country lanes and smooth secondary roads, rising gradually through a landscape of olive groves, almond trees, and the first signs of vineyards that dominate the region. Local cyclists are a common sight here, as this is a favourite training-ground for many.

The only real climbing of the day comes in short bursts, with most of the elevation gain behind us by the time we roll past Sant Sadurní d’Anoia, gliding into the heart of the region famed for its Cava. From here, a gentle descent brings us into Villafranca del Penedès, a vibrant market town surrounded by rows of vines stretching to the horizon.

Tonight’s hotel is in the heart of town, with easy access to traditional Catalan restaurants and lively plazas – the perfect place to refuel and toast the first leg of our journey.

• Meals: Breakfast, lunch
• Ascent: 1,340 Metres Approx

The day begins in the heart of the Penedès wine region. Here, in the homeland of Cava, quiet roads weave between seemingly endless ribbons of vineyard. Soon, the landscape begins to rise as we leave the plains behind and head into the hills of the Alt Camp. A series of steady climbs take us through sleepy villages like La Llacuna and Querol, where whitewashed houses cling to hillsides. The roads are smooth and surprisingly quiet, winding past olive groves and almond trees as we gradually gain altitude.

Our main climb of the day begins after Valls, as we cross into the foothills of the Prades Mountains. The air cools and the scenery transforms, as oak and pine forests take over, and the road narrows into a beautiful snaking ribbon that hugs the contours of the mountainside. As we crest the high point near Coll de la Torreta, we’re treated to sweeping views over the valley below and the distant Mediterranean shimmering in the haze.

The descent that follows is a true highlight: a twisting, flowing road through forested slopes with barely another vehicle in sight. It’s the kind of descent that reminds us of why we love to ride – technical in places, but always rewarding, and utterly peaceful.

The final stretch is a gentle climb into Capafonts, a small mountain village tucked away in a rugged fold of the Serra de Prades with cobbled streets, stone houses, and crisp mountain air.

• Meals: Breakfast, lunch
• Ascent: 910 Metres Approx.

Our day begins high in the wooded folds of the Serra de Prades. Leaving Capafonts behind, we descend gently at first, with the road curling beneath a canopy of pine and holm oak.

As we roll lower, the terrain begins to open. Terraced hillsides and isolated farms begin to dot the landscape and we’ll pass through sleepy villages like Alcover and Vilaverd. By mid-morning, we reach Montblanc, a fortified medieval town steeped in legend – locals will tell you this is where Saint George famously slew the dragon. It’s a fitting place to stop for coffee and perhaps a slice of Coca de Recapte, the Catalan flatbread topped with roasted vegetables and anchovy.

Continuing eastward, the route begins a long, gentle descent into the basin of the River Ebro. The landscape softens again – broad fields of cereal crops, fruit trees, and the occasional vineyard mark the change in character.

In the afternoon, we cross the Ebro itself for the first time, a river that has shaped this region for millennia. We follow its course towards Flix, where the river bends in a wide, almost perfect horseshoe, creating a natural island. It’s an extraordinary setting, historically significant too; during the Spanish Civil War, this area was at the heart of the Battle of the Ebro, the longest and bloodiest of the conflict.

Flix itself is modest but welcoming. Surrounded by nature reserves and wetlands, it boasts a rich pocket of biodiversity, home to herons, egrets, and even otters.

• Meals: Breakfast, lunch
• Ascent: 1,315 Metres Approx

We set off from Flix in the soft morning light. Crossing the calm waters of the Ebro River on the old iron bridge, the road then gently lifts us away from the riverside and up into the surrounding hills.

Soon, we reach Ascó, perched on a rocky terrace above the river. It’s a fitting moment for a brief pause to sip a coffee or refill bottles before the day’s climb ahead.

Leaving Ascó, the landscape shifts as we follow minor roads through open farmland and scattered woodlands. The hills roll gently but steadily upward, the scent of thyme and rosemary carried on the breeze. Our path winds toward Bot, a quiet village that marks the gateway to the rugged Ports de Tortosa-Beseit mountains.

From Bot, the terrain takes on a wilder character. Narrow roads thread through pine and oak forests, their needles cushioning the roadside. The air feels cooler here, fresher. As we continue, glimpses of jagged limestone cliffs rising sharply against the sky open up before us – harbingers of the dramatic mountain scenery that awaits.

The final kilometres approach Arnes, a medieval village of stone houses and narrow alleys perched on a rocky spur. Arriving here feels like stepping into a different world, a serene mountain refuge after the day’s journey. Arnes offers a warm welcome with inviting cafés and family-run restaurants, where we’ll find local dishes made with wild herbs and mountain honey, and where we can soak in the peaceful atmosphere.

• Meals: Breakfast, lunch
• Ascent: 1,435 Metres Approx.

We leave Arnes along quiet lanes that soon begin to wind upward through the fragrant, pine forests of the Ports de Tortosa-Beseit. The air here is cool and fresh, with distant views of limestone cliffs glowing softly in the morning light.

Our route dips briefly into the fertile valley of Fuentespalda, a peaceful village surrounded by fields dotted with olive and almond trees and from here the road climbs steadily, weaving through narrow gorges and rugged hillsides cloaked in evergreen. The landscape becomes more dramatic, with the cliffs rising higher and the forests thickening, their cool shadows a welcome respite from the sun.

We reach Herbes, a small hamlet tucked into the folds of the hills, where time seems to have slowed almost to a standstill. It’s a perfect spot for a brief rest before the afternoon’s steady ascent towards Morella, one of Spain’s most enchanting medieval towns. The climb is rewarding – each bend reveals new vistas of craggy peaks, terraced fields, and distant valleys shimmering in the afternoon light.

At last, Morella emerges, a fortress town perched dramatically atop a limestone hill, encircled by formidable walls and crowned with its imposing castle. The town’s lively plazas and bustling cafés offer a warm welcome to weary riders, where we can indulge in some local delicacies – perhaps the famous Flaons pastry or hearty mountain stews paired with robust wines from the nearby Terra Alta vineyards.

• Meals: Breakfast, lunch
• Ascent: 2,190 Metres Approx.

Departing from the fortified heights of Morella, we begin the day tracing a path through rugged mountain scenery. The crisp morning air carries the scent of pine and earth, as we gently descend through narrow lanes bordered by dry stone walls and wild lavender.

Our route leads us through the ancient villages of La Mata de Morella and Forcall with their quiet streets and centuries-old stone buildings, providing a glimpse into a slower pace of life. Here, vineyards and almond groves stretch across the hillsides, a patchwork of green and gold beneath the bright blue sky. Leaving Forcall behind, the route follows a high ridge road, carving a path through pine forests and open moorland before we descend to Cantavieja, another beautiful fortified town where we’ll take a well-earned break.

A gentle descent this afternoon carries us out of town, before the road begins to rise toward Puerto de Villarroya. The climb is steady rather than steep and at the summit we pause to take in the vast open plateau before us.

Our descent delivers us into the village of Villarroya de los Pinares, a small but beautifully preserved town with Mudejar and Gothic architecture, before we climb again to cross the high plains of the Sierra de Gúdar.

Eventually, the village of Montagudo del Castillo comes into view, its sturdy church tower rising above the surrounding fields. Tonight, we’ll rest in the heart of the Maestrazgo. The meals are rustic and full of flavour – think stewed meats, grilled vegetables, and local cheeses.

• Meals: Breakfast, lunch
• Ascent: 970 Metres Approx.

Today we prepare to set out across some of the wildest and most beautiful terrain in Aragón, rolling out along narrow lanes that drift across the Sierra de Gúdar. The landscape here is vast and sparsely populated – ochre fields, stony ridges, and groves of gnarled black pines that have stood here for centuries. The gradients are kind at first, letting the legs spin easily as we pass through open moorland and grazing pastures.

The route begins to undulate, climbing gently toward the small villages that dot the high plateau and in places the road narrows to a single lane, this is rural Spain at its most untouched – raw, authentic, and quietly majestic.

As we continue, the scenery begins to change. The forests grow denser, and the road twists into canyons and folds. We descend toward the valley of the Guadalaviar River, the ancient waterway that shaped the next remarkable place on our journey. The final kilometres to Albarracín are among the most memorable. The town appears suddenly, carved into the red sandstone cliffs, its medieval walls snaking up the hillside like a crown. It’s one of the most beautiful towns in all of Spain, a UNESCO protected wonder of crooked streets, hanging houses, and terracotta roofs.

Arriving here feels like entering a fairy tale. We roll through the arched gate and into a maze of cobbled alleys. The town’s towers, plazas, and riverbanks invite exploration, and the views from the castle walls are simply breathtaking. Dinner tonight might include local game or Trucha a la Aragonesa (fresh river trout), best enjoyed with a glass of red wine from nearby Calatayud or Somontano. After a day across Aragón’s high plains, few places could feel more magical than this.

• Meals: Breakfast, lunch
• Ascent: 1,720 Metres Approx.

We prepare for our longest day of the trip today, but with some forgiving long sections of gentle descent later this afternoon, we’ll pace ourselves as we roll out of Albarracín this morning. A gentle incline provides the perfect morning warm up as we travel across the plains towards the villages of Calomarde and Frías de Albarracín.

Mid-morning, we’ll start to ascend more steeply as we climb into the Montes Universales. Here, we may pause at the monument marking the source of the great River Tagus. We’ll catch our first glimpses of the upper reaches of the Tagus, as we ride parallel for a few kilometres before we turn west, leaving Aragón and descending into Castilla-La Mancha. As the road levels out, we’ll meet the Rio Júcar, another of Spain’s great rivers and our companion for the next 60 or so kilometres, leading us past the impressive Toba Reservoir all the way to Cuenca.

The well-preserved medieval fortified city of Cuenca sits in a grand position atop a sandstone cliff. Tonight we enjoy some well-deserved rest, refuelling in one of the many local restaurants and toasting the journey so far.

• Meals: Breakfast, lunch
• Ascent: 1,290 Metres Approx.

Our day begins beneath the sheer stone cliffs of Cuenca and the route soon unfolds in long, quiet stretches of perfect tarmac, flanked by wild thyme, olive groves, and the occasional crumbling stone farmhouse.

After a steady hour of rolling terrain, we reach Valdecolmenas, a quiet hamlet which marks a slight drop in elevation as the road flows into a wide valley leading us toward Huete, one of the region’s most historic towns. Crowned with an old castle and Renaissance buildings, Huete has long stood as a cultural and strategic outpost in this region. We’ll stop here mid-morning for coffee under the shade of a plaza tree.

The ride now takes on a more rural character as we continue southwest, weaving between sunflower fields and quiet pine woods. As the afternoon unfolds, the final leg of our ride opens onto vast plains. The road is kind here; a long, gentle descent carries us towards Tarancón, whose red rooftops and church towers begin to appear on the edge of the horizon.

Rolling into town by late afternoon, Tarancón, once a frontier town between Christian and Muslim kingdoms, now welcomes us with warm hospitality and the promise of a well-earned rest. The day’s effort fades into memory over local wine and hearty Gachas Manchegas. As we settle in for the evening, it’s clear we‘re deep in the heart of the peninsula now, with each day bringing us closer to the western shores.

• Meals: Breakfast, lunch
• Ascent: 745 Metres Approx

The road begins gently today, offering a steady tempo through fields of sun-drenched grain and scattered olive groves. By mid-morning, the terrain shifts and a descent begins to wind us down into the wide corridor of the Tagus Valley, where the land suddenly opens into a great sweep of cultivated greenery. The river, the biggest in Spain and now much larger than when we met at its source reveals itself near Villamanrique de Tajo where a modest bridge offers a fine vantage point to take in the broad sweep of Spain’s great river.

Beyond the Tagus, the road lifts again, gently at first, then more steadily as we rise out of the valley basin. This is wilder country now – more scrub, more rock, and long, exposed ridgelines that offer commanding views back toward the plains we’ve left behind. We stop for a short break in Valdaracete, a traditional village and from here the landscape becomes more sculpted – dry ridges, ancient terraces, and the soft roll of vineyards as we begin to close in on Chinchón.

The arrival is unforgettable. Chinchón appears not with fanfare but as a perfect reveal: a medieval hill town crowned by its famous plaza mayor, a sunken square ringed by green-painted balconies, cobbled streets, and old inns that have seen centuries of travellers. Tonight we stay in the heart of Chinchón, dining beneath the arcades, perhaps on roast lamb or Tostas de Ajo, before raising a glass of its celebrated aniseed liqueur.

• Meals: Breakfast, lunch
• Ascent: 470 Metres Approx.

From Chinchón the road leaves behind the vineyard-cloaked hills and drops us into a wide, open plain – the Comarca de La Sagra – a landscape shaped by agriculture and empire, where Roman roads once marched straight across the high tablelands. Our pace today is steady, with long, straight stretches allowing us to fall into rhythm, the horizon pulling us ever westward.

Mid-morning brings us to one of the small whitewashed villages that dot the region where we can pause for a coffee in a shady square, before continuing our journey. As we near Toledo, the land begins to change. The fields give way to dry scrub and outcrops of stone, and we begin to descend gradually into the basin of the Río Tajo once more. The Tagus feels familiar now and leads us this time to one of Spain’s greatest cities.

The first glimpse of Toledo is unforgettable; rising above a bend in the river, its skyline a jagged crown of spires, towers, and fortress walls and the Alcázar dominating the hilltop.

We approach from the southeast, crossing the Puente de Alcántara, an ancient stone bridge that delivers us directly into the city. The final climb into the city is short but steep – a few cobbled ramps that demand one last effort before we roll to a stop within the city walls.

Toledo greets us not just as a destination, but as a reward. Tonight, we’ll dine on Venado Estofado (stewed venison) or Carcamusas, sip local Mentrida wine, and perhaps watch the sunset from one of the city’s panoramic viewpoints above the river gorge.

• Meals: Breakfast

No wheels turn today and the morning begins gently. No alarms. No lycra. Just the clink of breakfast cups on café tables and the scent of fresh Pan con Tomate drifting through shaded courtyards.

Toledo is a labyrinth, a place where Christian cathedrals, synagogues, and mosques share the same skyline. Some may choose to explore the narrow, cobbled streets, twisting and climbing on foot – tracing El Greco’s brushstrokes in the church of Santo Tomé, stepping beneath the soaring vaults of the Cathedral, or perhaps to visit the Monastery of San Juan de los Reyes, with its elegant cloisters and war-torn chains still hanging on the façade.

Others may prefer to rest in the quieter corners – a shaded cloister, a leafy terrace, or even back at the hotel, legs up, book in hand, body unwinding and catching up. Tomorrow, the road will call again, but dinner this evening is slow and celebratory, a well-earned day of rest.

• Meals: Breakfast, lunch
• Ascent: 1,380 Metres Approx.

We leave Toledo, our tyres echoing softly through the narrow streets, as we roll out of the city and descend to cross the Tagus one final time, crossing the Puente de San Martín with the river flowing quietly beneath.

What follows is a steady exit from the Castilian plateau, as the plains morph into the soft folds of hill country. As we head north, the roads narrow as we pass through sleepy hamlets and olive groves. The riding is gentle at first, undulating and quiet, as we approach the Embalse de Cazalegas, a tranquil reservoir. The Sierra de Gredos looms faintly ahead – a jagged, grey silhouette that grows with every turn of the pedals. As we cross into the province of Ávila, the road begins to wind more assertively.

The village of El Real de San Vicente signals the edge of the highlands – a good place to pause, fill bottles, and catch our breath before the final climb of the day. From here, the route twists and rises through thick woodland and granite outcrops, revealing long, sweeping views back across the plains we’ve left behind.

The descent into El Tiemblo is pure reward – smooth tarmac, clean switchbacks, and the cool scent of pine. The town itself appears tucked into the foothills, its terracotta rooftops and narrow lanes nestled beneath the dense chestnut forests of the Reserva Natural del Valle de Iruelas.

Arriving in El Tiemblo, the Castilian plateau is behind us now, the air is cooler and the mountains are now all around. This evening, we settle in beneath the shadows of the Sierra, sitting down to a hearty mountain meal – Judiones, roast lamb, or perhaps fresh river trout. Tomorrow, we climb higher.

• Meals: Breakfast, lunch
• Ascent: 1,560 Metres Approx.

South of Ávila, the plains of Castilla give way to the precipitous Sierra de Gredos – a rugged world of granite peaks, ancient forests, and high mountain villages nestled beneath the soaring Pico Almanzor.

Today’s route follows a quiet, ascending path through this dramatic landscape. Leaving El Tiemblo, we roll gently through chestnut groves before beginning a steady climb toward Burgohondo, a small town perched at the foothills, where stone houses and shaded plazas welcome the morning rider.

Beyond Burgohondo, the road narrows and the gradient increases. We pass through San Martín de Pimpollar, a traditional mountain village that marks our introduction to the higher elevations of the range. From here, the climb becomes more sustained, weaving upward into the alpine zone. The air cools further and the landscape opens onto rugged granite slopes dotted with hardy shrubs and gnarled oaks.

Our destination is Hoyos del Espino, often called the gateway to the heart of Gredos. Nestled at about 1,400 meters above sea level, this charming village is surrounded by soaring peaks and alpine meadows, with trails leading into some of the most spectacular natural scenery in the Iberian Peninsula.

The day’s climb is challenging but rewarding, offering ever-changing views that deepen the sense of immersion in this wild mountain world.

• Meals: Breakfast, lunch
• Ascent: 980 Metres Approx.

Today’s route descends gently from the alpine heights, tracing the rugged contours of the Sierra de Gredos as we head west toward the fertile valleys beyond. Leaving the village, the road winds down through chestnut and oak forests to reach El Barco de Ávila, a historic market town situated neatly between the highlands and the plains.

After a well-earned pause, the route continues southwest toward Béjar, a town with a rich industrial past and an old quarter rich in character. The climb here is gentle but persistent, with rewarding views over the valley and the distant plains.

From Béjar, the road turns south, descending into the lush valley of the Río Alagón, crossing into the province of Salamanca. Our day ends in Sotoserrano, a small village nestled beside the Alagón river, surrounded by forested slopes and quiet countryside.

• Meals: Breakfast, lunch
• Ascent: 940 Metres Approx.

Leaving the tranquil village of Sotoserrano, we follow winding roads through the gentle hills and dense oak forests of the Sierra de Francia, a region renowned for its unspoiled nature and deep-rooted traditions. The scent of chestnuts and wild herbs fills the air as we pedal steadily towards La Alberca, one of Spain’s most enchanting mountain villages.

After a mid-morning break the route turns westward, descending through oak and chestnut woodlands toward the fertile plains that stretch ahead. The terrain undulates gently, inviting relaxed but focused riding.

Approaching Ciudad Rodrigo, the landscape opens wide, and the imposing medieval walls of this border town come into view. Ciudad Rodrigo’s fortified ramparts and historic streets offer a dramatic contrast to the wild beauty of the Sierra behind us, marking the threshold to Castilla y León’s western frontier. Tonight, we rest within these ancient walls.

• Meals: Breakfast, lunch
• Ascent: 1,320 Metres Approx.

Today’s stage is a significant one – we leave behind Spain and enter Portugal, crossing ancient frontier lands once fiercely contested, now peaceful, remote, and beautiful.

Departing the medieval walls of Ciudad Rodrigo, we ride west into open country. The Castilian plateau gradually gives way to rolling hills, stone walls, and vast expanses of scrub and pastureland. The traffic is almost non-existent; this is a forgotten corner of Europe, where the road belongs to us.

After passing through La Bouza, one of the last Spanish villages we begin climbing gently through the Reserva Natural da Serra da Malcata.

The crossing into Portugal is unmarked and understated, a simple shift in rhythm as we begin our descent into the Côa River valley. Soon we reach Figueira de Castelo Rodrigo, with its ruined castle, winding lanes, and views stretching across the Beira interior, it offers the perfect place to pause – for lunch, a rest, or simply to take it all in.

From Figueira, the road begins to drop steadily toward the Douro tributary valley. The descent is long and open with sweeping views and the warmth increases with every kilometre. We arrive in Vila Nova de Foz Côa – a small town perched above the confluence of the Douro and Côa Rivers. This region is famous for its prehistoric rock art, and for the first time in days, the Mediterranean landscape begins to show – almond trees, olives, and the golden light of the Douro valley.

Tonight, we sleep in Portugal. A new language, but the same road – stretching ever onward across the peninsula.

• Meals: Breakfast, lunch
• Ascent: 1,365 Metres Approx.

Today, we descend into one of the most iconic and spectacular landscapes of the Iberian Peninsula; the Douro Valley, where steep riverbanks are carved into terraces of stone and vine, and the road clings dramatically to the contours of the hillside.

We pass through Ervedosa do Douro, a hilltop wine village surrounded by a sea of vineyards. This region is the birthplace of Port wine, and signs of it are everywhere; stone quintas, narrow terraces, and the scent of fermenting grapes in the air. The riding here is sublime; winding descents, short punchy climbs, and constant, breathtaking views of the river valley below.

From Ervedosa, the route follows one of the most scenic roads in Portugal, dropping toward Folgosa, a tiny riverside hamlet nestled between vineyard-covered cliffs and the river’s edge. It’s a natural place to pause for coffee, lunch, or just to admire the view as boats drift lazily down the Douro.

The final stretch to our home for the night Peso da Régua, is a gently rolling riverside ride, tracking the northern bank of the Douro along smooth, quiet roads.

Tonight we stay in Peso da Régua, the capital of the Port wine trade and tonight, we will no doubt toast with a glass of it in hand.

• Meals: Breakfast, lunch
• Ascent: 1,430 Metres Approx.

Leaving the wine capital of Peso da Régua, we follow the Douro westward once more – but today’s ride trades sweeping vistas for narrower roads, lush hillsides, and a sense of stepping off the well-worn path.

The day begins with a gentle roll out of Régua and along the southern bank of the Douro until Barqueiros, a sleepy riverside village and from here the road climbs steadily away from the river, gaining altitude and revealing a patchwork of vineyards, forest, and tucked-away hamlets. The Douro is never far, glimpsed through occasional breaks in the trees, while the terrain grows wilder and more wooded as we press on toward Resende.

Perched on a hillside, Resende offers a welcome break. Known for its cherry orchards and hot springs, it feels far removed from the bustling wine towns downstream. From here, the route undulates along quiet country lanes, with sharp little climbs and sweeping bends as we trace the contours of the upper Douro valley.

We end the day in Espadanedo, a small, hilltop village tucked deep in Portugal’s green interior.

• Meals: Breakfast, lunch
• Ascent: 750 Metres Approx

The final day begins high in the hills of Espadanedo. This is the last leg of our journey and today, the road leads to Porto!

We begin with a flowing descent through forested lanes, the granite ridgelines giving way to open farmland and small, stone-built villages. By mid-morning, we pass through Rio Mau, where the countryside begins to feel more densely settled, the towns more frequent, and the sense of momentum begins to build.

Soon, the river returns. The Douro, wide and slow-moving now, reappears like an old friend. We follow it westward on winding riverside roads, with the hills gradually flattening and the skyline ahead beginning to rise.

As we enter Porto, the energy shifts completely. Cobbled streets, tiled facades, and the distant iron span of the Dom Luís I Bridge announce our arrival. The final approach winds past port wine cellars, tram tracks, and bustling cafés, before dropping down to the riverside at Ribeira, the historic heart of the city.

Here, beside the Douro’s final stretch before it meets the sea, we roll to a stop.

It’s a moment to savour; three weeks, hundreds of kilometres, mountains crossed, borders passed, cultures absorbed — from Catalonian vineyards to the Atlantic edge of Portugal. Legs tired, spirits full, we raise a glass of aged port by the water’s edge, watching the sun settle over the rooftops of Porto.

The journey is complete.

• Meals: Breakfast

Following the celebrations of yesterday, it’s time to pack up the bikes, say our goodbyes and take a transfer to the airport for our onward journeys.

For those wanting to extend your stay in Porto, few cities offer a better blend of relaxation, culture, and food to wind down. Whether you‘re looking to recover, explore, or indulge, Porto delivers in spades. Our team are here to help with booking extra nights and arrangements for onward travel.