The Perfect Winter has landed!

Stoked is the word! We drove 2600km during 4 days, crossing 5 countries and we made it! How freakin’ cool is that!!?

Spain and France were easy, as we found hardly any traffic and good weather. But as soon as we entered Switzerland… full on traffic jam from the border onwards. We were heading for Lausanne to stay at a good friend’s house and came across friday rush hour traffic, combined with the first real winter weekend this season, where every Geneva inhabitant seems to drive their oversized over-luxury car to their chalets in the mountains. Seriously, the density of Jaguars, high end Mercedes, BMWs and many other seriously expensive cars (that unfortunately I do not know the name) per square meter on those roads was just mind-boggling. But eventually we got to Lausanne, where our friends Sergio and Marylin had prepared us an amazing raclette. Tank you for that great dinner and company, for the nice beers, bottles of wine and for a great night sleep.

(no pictures though…)

And it was good that we woke up nice and relaxed because after a fantastic breakfast with snowboard master André Pisco in Montreux (next to the Freddie Mercury statue – we will rock you, baby!) we were in for a treat.20160109_112753


The. Worst. Traffic. Jam. Ever. Which lasted for the whole of Switzerland. On its longer side. With rain. And no views, for what would eventually be one of the best scenic routes of the world. Thank you, relentless capitalism.

Eventually we got to Bodensee, which in any other day would be a mandatory stop. But we were so fed up with the road that we just passed by and aimed straight into Austria. And what did we find as soon as we passed the border? This.

Heavy rain, fog, and by 4pm it was already so dark we could swear it was midnight. And yet we had still more than 3 hours of driving ahead. And lets not forget we are crossing the Alps here, and we’d been driving already for 4 hours. Did I mention we got heavy Lexus, Cayenne and Jaguar traffic jams throughout?

Anyway, we made it. The FreshPipe Snowmobile got us through Central Europe and we were ready to roll into The Perfect Winter, my first day of the season, and my 39th birthday.

And this was the view as I woke up in Gerlosberg:


And my birthday present to myself was this: a season pass for the Tirol region!


And with this card and a stupid smile on my face we went up the chairlift to find a fabulous day on the slopes of the Zillertal Arena. While the valley was covered with clouds, there was sunshine above 1000m. The slopes were fantastic, not many people and we just went cruisin’. Hey, just see for yourselves.




But this was just the beginning. The Perfect Winter is not about being a tourist in a famous resort, is about going deeper into the heart of the Alps. But give me some space to enjoy a bit of time out before I go on that deeper side. And speaking of which, the forecast for the next days is up to 50 cm of fresh powder. I’ll let you know all about it in the next posts, stay tuned!

Are we there yet?

Nope. Still on the road. Today we covered 825km and eventually landed somewhere with hot water. I know, call me bourgeois.

Tomorrow we’ll aim towards Lausanne, with a forecast of good weather for the French part and the skies getting more and more overcast as we approach Switzlerland. Another day covering asphalt. Really looking forward to it. Or not.20160107_173847

T-7 days

Winter is finally making its move. More than 2 meters of snow are forecasted to fall in the coming week – it’s about bloody time!


It’s been hectic around good old sunny Algarve. There are absolutely no signs of winter and yet all my energy is going packing into gore-tex jackets, insulated pants, gloves, thermal layers and snowboards, while trying to tie the loose ends regarding my scientific duties, that are to be paused while The Perfect Winter is underway. Combine that with one of the best swells this year on the south coast and the arrival of the hoodies and t-shirts… Maybe you get the picture.


One of the accomplished tasks was changing into winter tires. Again, this puzzled the guys at the workshop. But now the van is all ready for snowy roads!


I’ve also been working on my equilibrium with the customized board made by One Love EcoSurf products. Never too late to start!


While all that happens, I am still soaking in the fact that The Perfect Winter got the cover on the Algarve Informativo magazine (see previous post). And this is all happening as 2015 comes to an end, as does a very worrying mild winter start that was driving everyone crazy.

The fact is Global Climate Change will be rendering our seasons further and further unpredictable. I might as well enjoy this winter and this project to its fullest extent – who knows when and how could this come together again?


There is a spreadsheet that is always open on my desktop, the one that I check every time I float between windows or switch off my computer. It is called ‘to-do list’, and it contains all the tasks that are to be performed until January 7, the day i’m bound to take off to the Alps. Obviously, this is not much of a breaking news. But it does get those butterflies running as the list gets that ‘check’ after each item.

The latest one, and one that definitely gets my winter Mojo running, is the ordering of winter tires for the van. Every other item before that could have been used for other purposes – checking snow gear, updating travel insurance, ordering enough supply of contact lenses , brushing up the inside of the camper van… all that could be used even if there was no journey. However, spending hundreds of €€ in winter tires is kinda like the point of no return (OK, I’ve put an advance payment on my house in Gerlosberg… but that was long ago, almost doesn’t count anymore). What the hell would I do with winter tires in Faro? Nothing. See? Commitment right there.

In the process I’ve been learning a lot about driving in snow conditions. I’m not going to brag about having been in the mountains with a car before, and snowchains and all. The truth is we Portuguese don’t know how to drive on icy or snowy roads. Period. Maybe that odd winter day where maybe there is a small patch of ice at night, or that yearly pilgrimage to the ski resort, where you catch a snow day – but then the car is parked and you only think of it when you return home. But driving a whole winter in snow conditions is definitely a new game.

So snow tires are mandatory in Austria during winter. ‘Oh but you are a tourist, they won’t bother you’ someone told me. But I’m not falling into that typical portuguese desenrascanço (translation needed here) storyline. We’re good at improvising – arguably the best in the world! However, improvising while driving through the Alps in full on subzero temperatures does not seem to be the best idea. So let’s buy those suckers. Where? At my usual workshop… how naive of me. ‘Winter what? All tires are good for winter. What? Specific tires for winter? Oh, I’ve heard of those – the ones with the spikes? No? What do you mean then?’ After quite a bit of convincing, the lady went on to check in the catalogue and -alas!- there was a section called winter tires. ‘But only a month from now’ she said. No one ever ordered such a product there. I wonder why.

So went on to the internet. Much cheaper tires, of course, but better learn your details boy. Should I buy reinforced ones for a cargo van? Are the dimensions the same? Are all kinds of winter tires the same? As long as it says the ‘M+S’ (for mud and snow) it is OK, apparently. The best websites I found were and . Cheap and shipment included, good service but not very detailed information. Anyway, I finished the order, scratched the ‘buy winter tires’ from the list and checked the calendar.

46 days to go.

Then checked the webcam. It looked like this:


This is the first big snowfall of the season, the Alps are getting hammered with the with stuff and the cold front is (hopefully) here to stay. Can’t wait to get on the road!


Azimuth: Tirol

There’s something about roadtrips.

In the age of airplanes, low cost airlines, speed transfers, online check-ins, speedy boarding and all the paraphernalia we want to get through as quick as possible, roadtrips are apparently something to avoid at all cost. And yet, there is something about packing a car up to the ceiling and heading for a 26-hour drive that is magically appealing.

Living in a country with one single mountain hosting stable snow conditions, long drives to go ride on snow are something I grew accustomed with. Sierra Nevada, 5 hours. Serra da Estrela, 7 hours. Andorra, 12 hours. Maybe it was because I have been surfing for far longer that I am snowboarding, hitting the road to discover waves lost in the SW coast of Portugal got me (and every surfer, I suppose) started into this thing of enjoying the drive and the search for the perfect conditions, sometimes more than the riding itself. So this was the framework for The Perfect Winter travel plan, only now extending the journey time into the eye-popping 26 hours of road ahead.

mapa viagem

The journey through Spain is straightforward. The highways are almost all toll free, and the roads are well maintained. The Pyrenees crossing will be done on the South end, always next to the Mediterranean, and then into the ‘Le Med’ side of France. Here it starts to get costly: the crossing of France into Switzerland will cost around 60€ in tolls. Another option could be to enter the Alps through the South. The cost would be the same, because although the tolls are cheaper, the road tax (vignette) in Switzerland costs around 40€ and that evens out the cost of passing through the north of Italy. But – and this is a big but – the vignette is valid for a whole year, and that means that blitz trips into the Swiss Alps can be put into the equation. And the return is already included.

I’ve never been in the north of Switzerland. Bern, Zurich, St Gallen, these are all places that belong to this imaginary vision of a postcard: green valleys, mountain backdrops and expensive luxury cars passing by. And then my van, spreading some improvised camper magic amidst the dullness of extreme well being:


Entrance into Austria will be through the Voralberg region, in the border next to the Bodensee. This lake separates (or unites?) Switzerland, Germany and Austria in this beautiful part of Europe. And this is where the fun starts. The Voralberg region is riddled with resorts, the most famous of which are Silvretta, and Lech. But again, there are many more that are smaller, quieter and possibly much better to explore. Right after entering the Tirol region, the road actually crosses the St. Anton ski area. This is one of the most famous resorts in Tirol, with over 350km of groomed pistes and some impressive 200km of freeride area. Quite a welcome card.

From St Anton to Gerlos there are still 160 km of scenic roads to travel, and last but not the least, there is Innsbruck, capital of Tirol. Rumour has it that this is simply one of the most beautiful cities in… well, everywhere. Built upon the river Inn, the city owes its name to the bridge crossing this river – literally, the ‘bridge over the river Inn’. Circa 120.000 people live there and it is home to a vibrant academic, cultural and touristic life. Something tells me I’ll be spending some time here…


At last, the Ziller valley is just around the corner. If all goes according to plan, it will take 3 days to calmly get from sunny Faro to snowy Gerlos. Nestled in the slopes just above the town of Zell am Ziller, in the village of Gerlosberg, lies my home for the The Perfect Winter.


And this, my friends, is just the beginning.

Throwback thursday

O interesse pelos desportos de montanha não vem de agora. Desde há muitos anos que faço papel de turista na neve, tanto pelos picos mais próximos da Sierra Nevada como pela cordilheira Alpina, como ainda pelo meio do caminho nos Pirinéus (e é claro pela nossa serrinha da Estrela). Cada local tem o seu encanto, cada montanha tem a sua magia. Seja em grupo, seja sozinho, cada viagem é especial à sua maneira e deixa a sua marca. Esta, por exemplo, foi uma brincadeira com 4 amigos que realizámos no início da época do ano passado. Porque não aproveitar o facto da Sierra Nevada estar aqui tão próxima e fazer uma road trip de fim de semana numa autocaravana até acima dos 3000 metros?

Com os anos, o interesse foi crescendo pela parte da montanha que o turista normalmente não vê. Mais do que condensar o máximo de descidas nos 6 dias que habitualmente constam das férias na neve, começaram a surgir outras questões. O passar das estações. Os primeiros nevões. A preparação para o frio. Como será a sensação de viver a montanha sem pensar na data de regresso?