We arrived inLisbon on Saturday evening having been hounded by hundreds of motorbikes all the way. When we finally found the campsite (still too painful to recall the experience of that!), it was practically full and most of the people were on bikes. Doubly weird because on every other camp site we were practically alone and never any motorbikes. It took us until we were buying a drink at the bar to be told that it was the Lisbon Motorcycle Grand Prix the following day justup the road at Estoril.
We had to go of course. We tried to get tickets but they could take bank cards so we save ourselves 90 euros and found a bar just outside the track that had erected a scaffold so you had a grandstand view of the chicanes.
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