Tent trailer travelogue – Photographer and video director Nico Caignie traveled to Portugal with a tent trailer after having used a roof tent in previous years.
Here you can find his exciting and comprehensive travelogue about his adventure with a tent trailer: “This winter we both wanted to go to Scotland.
But once again, Scotland turned out to be our unicorn: beautiful, but inaccessible!
Which, to be honest, is a bit of an exaggeration.
We only had twelve days and if we’re going to Scotland, we want to have as much time as possible to explore and discover.
So it made sense to pick up where we left off last year: In the north of Portugal.
However, a glance at the weather and temperature maps made us want to head south rather than to the rainy north-west of Europe.
In Portugal, the night-time temperatures would still fall below zero, but during the day there would be plenty of sunshine and temperatures between ten and twenty degrees Celsius.
Decision made!”
Camping Ratgeber:
Netherlands to Portugal with off-road trailer
A translated travelogue, in the original by Niko Craignie! 
Besides the fact that we would be traveling without our children, this would also be the first long trip with our off-road trailer.
Liene didn’t want to let the kids skip school and driving there and back to Portugal in the seven days of spring break would be too crazy.
With a little help from our parents, we managed to plan twelve days of exploring. 
To give us more freedom on our trip, we decided to buy an off-road trailer.
Until then, the roof tent on our car – once we had set it up – had forced us to stay wherever we had settled.
At least when we wanted to use the car.
Unfortunately, this was sometimes disadvantageous because we couldn’t fully explore the beautiful regions we were in.
So now we could leave the trailer at a campsite and get in the car to drive to a national park and spend the whole day hiking, visiting a village and so on!
So the trailer gave us a lot of flexibility and freedom!
The disadvantage of a trailer, however, is its mobility – or lack thereof.
You travel much more immobile and it is more difficult to drive the adventurous routes to the next destination.
But nothing is impossible and I first had to learn how to maneuver the colossus behind us anyway.
The total length of our car, including the trailer, was now eleven meters.
Fortunately, the off-road trailer can withstand a lot, so we didn’t really have to swerve on mountain passes and dirt tracks.
Only reversing and turning on a mountain pass got my adrenaline pumping.
But it will definitely get easier with time and experience.
The road to Salamanca
Without any preparation, we jumped in the car early one morning and set off.
Our first destination was a little way beyond the city of Bordeaux, about 900 kilometers from home.
I like to cover as much distance as possible in the first few days.
That way, when we reach the country we’re heading for, we can continue traveling at a slower pace.
The short stopover in an AirBnB had its charms, even if there was no electricity in the morning and we had to make coffee outside on the gas stove.
We pointed our compass towards Salamanca, where we still had to find a campsite to spend the night.
That would be another 900 kilometers, but once we reached Bilbao and drove further into the country, that would be 900 beautiful kilometers to be thankful for.
Spain’s mainland is basically a plateau with endless fields and forests.
Not dense forests as we know them, but fields full of trees, always about 15 meters apart.
A breathtaking sight!
As we drove further south, the landscape became even more beautiful. 
About 20 kilometers before Salamanca, we found a campsite that more or less met our requirements.
A typical campsite for short stops with few facilities.
This kept the large motorhomes and caravans away.
Simple clean showers and toilets and a relatively nice view.
However, the site was right next to a highway.
This made for some noise, but we were able to cope with it as we were only there at night.
Apart from us, there were a few older people walking around who were living their second life in their own motorhome.
One of them was a Brit who could only talk about alcohol, beer, drinking and the price of beer.
He also smelled of alcohol all the time…
He was a friendly man, but one who left a bitter aftertaste.
Which proved true when he came out of the restaurant with a bottle of pastis – and breath reeking of said booze – and told me his wife was a pain in the ass…
Just that kind of guy!
All the other people at the campsite were nice people just passing through.
Each on their own in search of their own piece of happiness and joy.
Just like us!
However, everyone else was already retired, which makes me think – or rather conclude – that we are already doing what other people can only do when they are retired.
#doingwell And before you think we’re acting like an old married couple: Old people don’t sleep in a tent when it’s minus two degrees outside!
The next morning everything was frozen and as crunchy as the cookie on an ice cream.
We showered in the cold, made a cup of coffee, watched the sunrise and set off on our journey in high spirits.
If we got through all that, the southern part of our journey couldn’t be any worse. 
However, we were back on the road to Portugal.
We passed Salamanca and the flat roads gently turned into undulating hills.
When we reached the Portuguese-Spanish border, the landscape changed drastically.
The differences were noticeable at every meter, just like when you cross the border between Belgium and the Netherlands.
We immediately left the major roads behind us and decided to drive the last 300 kilometers on small roads only.
A plan that we stuck to for about 150 kilometers : – ) The tiredness of the last few weeks had not yet left my body and driving on small country roads with a trailer requires a certain amount of concentration.
We took a break and covered the last 100 kilometers on the highway.
Bubulcus & Bolotas
Our next destination was Bubulcus & Bolotas – a nature campsite in the center of the Alentejo region.
Liene discovered this amazing place thanks to her keen eye for tranquillity, nature and simplicity.
Every time we give up hope of finding a place like this, she magically manages to discover a piece of paradise!
We are pretty flexible when it comes to camping in the wilderness.
You’re on your own anyway and can only rely on yourself and your own supplies.
Nevertheless, campsites have to meet our high standards.
To be more precise, we have a list of facilities that we don’t want on a campsite.
The most important thing for us is to have an experience that is as close as possible to camping in the wilderness and as quiet as possible.
Sites with pools, playgrounds, restaurants and so on don’t make it onto our list.
In the meantime, we have also learned to read between the lines when searching for campsites online.
We’ve been to a lot of campsites on our past trips, but we’ve never seen a place like Bubulcus & Bolotas.
There is no campsite that comes as close to wild camping as this one.
It was a pretty small campground with only ten sites where you could park a car or van.
All the other pitches were reserved exclusively for tents and could only be reached on foot.
There was only one sanitary facility, which was hidden in the bushes.
Which meant we had a 360-degree view of nothing but bushes, trees and fields.
I was immediately fascinated. 
As it was still winter, the site was also very quiet.
There were only two other campers: a Dutch woman with her dog and a Frenchman who was talking about nature.
The fact that the Dutch woman had a dog may seem like an inconspicuous detail, but not to us.
We may have left our kids at home, but we had our favorite canine friend Roover with us.
Apparently he was ready to conquer hot-tempered females.
After only two hours, we found the two dogs glued to each other.
That’s what happens to dogs after they’ve had sex.
It’s called “bonding” and lasts about fifteen minutes.
Especially since this wasn’t a one-time meeting between the two, we’re pretty sure Roover’s encounter will lead to some puppies.
So I gave the lady my contact details and made a deal to share the nest.
So soon we will have some puppies to give away! 
What I have noticed on our travels is that many campsites abroad are run by Dutch people.
Especially on the good sites, where there is a vision, an ideology and a clear sense of how to run a site.
We have noticed this in Sweden, Norway, France, Spain and now also in Portugal!
This natural course was run by a very friendly couple.
He is Dutch, she is Portuguese and comes from Lisbon.
After our first friendly conversation, it was already clear that they run their campsite with a lot of passion and a concept.
This campsite is now on our “must visit again when I’m in the area” list.
The only other campsite on this list is Wildlife Sweden.
Our list is a seal of approval that we don’t give out easily.
Another aspect I was very pleased with was our off-road trailer.
It had proven its performance sufficiently by now.
It only took us 20 minutes to both set everything up and get ready for the rest of the journey.
This delighted my inner, overly organized Niko.
There are a few little things I would still like to change, but overall: “I’m a happy camper”.
Vimieiro and surroundings
After a restful night, surrounded by all kinds of nature sounds and just above freezing, we were woken up by a beautiful sunrise at around 7am.
That’s sleeping in for us, because we’re usually up much earlier at home.
But when you’re on vacation without children, you can let your hair down.
By the way: it’s easier to get up and go to bed if you follow the rhythm of the sun.
Otherwise you’re just sitting outside in the dark and cold.
It’s more fun to go into the tent around 7 p.m. during the sunset, talk under a blanket, cuddle up, read, look at and edit photos and write this travelogue.
Only to get up again at 6 or 7 in the morning when it gets light.
Wonderful! 
The best advice I can give for a warm night is an extra wool blanket.
I ordered mine from the Dutch army and it has kept me warm since the first night.
Wool is also water repellent….
Anyway, if you’re a camper or an outdoorsy type, you definitely need to have one with you at all times!
So…
We were fresh and clean and in a good mood to explore our surroundings.
We’d done enough sitting in the car over the last few days, so we laced up our walking boots and set off to explore the area.
The owners of the campsite showed us a beautiful hiking trail, which we carefully tackled.
The first part took us through the rustic countryside, with a few farms and small houses along the way and, most importantly, lots of cork oaks – low, wide trees.
It felt like we were walking through one of those scale models of a miniature train set.
Everything looked so perfect and green.
This was of course due to the time of year.
Just before and long after summer, this is a yellow and dry desert.
I’m so glad we visited this place in winter, primavera all the way! 
After two hours of walking, we arrived in Vimieiro, the nearest village.
Authentically Portuguese, with its brightly painted and tiled facades, orange trees, deafening silence (apart from the little yellow birds) and amazing coffee stalls.
The streets were empty.
The shutters of the houses were closed, cars parked under orange or lemon trees.
Occasionally we came across older men chattering on a bench, eyeing the two tourists who were walking around in shorts and T-shirts in winter.
They themselves were still wearing coats, woolen sweaters, even scarves and hats.
The fact that my face was bright red after our hike proves that I am dressed better than these Portuguese.
; – ) 
We had a coffee somewhere – 1.60 euros for two cups.
If there’s anywhere in the world where they know how to brew damn good coffee, it’s in Portugal.
The old man who sold us the coffee was even so concerned about our dog that he let him drink four glasses of water from his hand.
Definitely a nice guy.
Even if I couldn’t understand a word he was saying. 
Vimieiro was the furthest point of our hike and we set off on the second part of the trail – back to our tent.
This part of the hike was breathtaking.
The same perfect landscape with those low, shady trees, the big rocks at the foot of each cork oak and rocky ground with pools of water and lilies everywhere.
Soft, green mossy soil that was very similar to the substrate we saw in Sweden.
Only the vegetation grew lower and less dense.
There was not a house or road to be seen for miles.
Just us, nature and a barely visible hiking trail.
I lost a piece of my heart there.
The feeling I had throughout this trip began to grow.
We really took our time to fully internalize these places and the landscape.
Beautiful! 
We arrived back at the campsite at around 4pm.
After chatting to a few people, it was time for our all-in-one morning, lunch and evening meal.
We washed the dishes, showered and went to bed.
According to our itinerary, we usually only eat once a day.
Around 5 p.m., when we’ve finished preparing, eating and washing up.
Just before nightfall.
When it’s dark outside, everything is more laborious and slower, so we try to avoid this.
Especially when the nights are very cold.
In this way, we automatically adjust to the sun’s schedule.
This is called the circadian rhythm. 
Menhirs & Dolmens
The Alentejo region is known for its menhirs, megalithic tombs and stone circles.
There are some very famous sites to visit, but they are overrun by tourists.
And – as you know – we are not looking for such crowds.
Thanks to some GPS coordinates and the tip to always keep an eye out for olive trees, we set off in search of the hidden beauties of the menhirs and dolmens.
Most of them are located on private property and are not freely accessible.
But tips from the locals always offer good alternatives.
Our first stop was to be this breathtaking dolmen on a hill.
We had been given GPS coordinates that showed us where we could park the car.
From there, we had to walk northwest and – most importantly – look out for an olive tree.
Why olive trees, by the way?
Quite simply: shepherds used dolmens as resting places, hiding places, sleeping places etc. and olives were an essential part of their diet.
The chances of an olive stone becoming a tree in the last 1,000 years are pretty slim, to say the least.
We climbed over a fence and started walking northwest, crossing various lands.
We hadn’t even made it halfway up the first hill when we heard a quad snoring by the fence.
The quad was carrying a farmer who waved to us.
We stopped, expecting a tirade from his side.
The farmer drove up the hill and stopped his quad right in front of us.
The stern look on his face quickly faded when I conveyed to him that we were looking for the dolmen.
He also pointed to my truck and said we could explore his land.
That sounded tempting, as it would certainly have been adventurous.
But I demonstrated to him that we would continue our hike on foot.
He gave me a thumbs up, a firm handshake, a big smile and turned around.
We set off again, climbing one hill after another until we found ourselves under an ancient olive tree and I was able to climb a dolmen.
The view on the other side of the hill was phenomenal.
The origin and use of dolmens is still a mystery, but they are all placed in wonderful locations. 
We weren’t alone though.
About two hundred curious cows approached – very strategically – every time we turned around!
It took Liene and Roover some time to get comfortable.
In the meantime, I enjoyed the view from the top of the dolmen and tried to memorize as much of this perfect picture as I could.
I want to return to this place later in my mind.
It’s one of those moments when you feel trapped in the concrete jungle, where everything is gray and neglected.
As banal as it may sound, it was a highlight for me.
We stayed here for quite a while before slowly making our way back to the car. 
Totally excited, we set off in search of our next destination.
Somewhere hidden along a small dirt road, once again on private property.
Fortunately, the owner of the land was kind enough to build a fence around this historic site.
So entry was free.
These large rocks built in a structured and unnatural way are always a strange sight.
It was an idyllic place, surrounded by trees, in the middle of green grassland with yellow flowers in the center of the stone circle.
This place wouldn’t feel out of place in an “Asterix & Obelix” or “Suske & Wiske” comic.
It turned out to be a great place for a picnic, to enjoy a piece of Gouda cheese – which I had received from a kind man during a shoot a few weeks ago – and to cut salami into thick slices.
And all with mustard!
A mixed plate, I tell you : – D 
We were always on our own and hardly ever met other people on the streets.
Most of the villages were quiet and deserted.
Every now and then we came across a bar with two locals having deep conversations outside the door.
The funniest thing about it: as soon as you entered such a bar, it was full of about fifteen people sipping their coffee and eating pastries.
We were often the only customers sitting outside enjoying their coffee.
We were amazed at how many people came in and out of the bar.
And in such an unassuming place.
After all, it was still winter for them.
And the weekend of the carnival.
For our last dolmen stop, we decided to visit the largest and most touristy site.
A large stone circle that – according to historians – is even older than Stonehenge.
It was indeed a large stone circle, but in our opinion no more than that.
The circle lay in a large and dusty field, trampled flat by visitors.
We walked around it twice and then went back to our tent. 
The weather was fine, the wind was occasionally strong and cool.
As the chance of rain increased, we decided to stay at this spot for another day.
After all, we are all about having a relaxing time.
Besides, I felt very comfortable in this minimalist environment.
But the next morning, despite a beautifully rising sun and clear skies, the urge to go out again and explore the surroundings grew.
After all, we don’t travel so many kilometers just to stay in one place.
We left home with the intention of exploring both the mainland and the coast.
After spending four days in the outback, we wanted to spend our last four days on the coast.
After a delicious coffee at dawn and half an hour of packing, we were ready to go.
We were already fairly central in Portugal and our next destination – which we had decided the day before – was only a four-hour drive away.
No need to rush.
Algarve
There are some infamous place names that automatically send a shiver down my spine: whether it’s “Costa del” in Spain, the Riviera in Italy or the Algarve in Portugal.
When I say these names out loud, I imagine overcrowded beaches, far too hot weather, terrible food, littered streets, drunken English people, etc. And now here I was, driving very confidently towards one of these mass tourism spots.
I almost felt like a kamikaze!
However, there were a few circumstances that softened the blow.
First of all, it was winter.
It probably wouldn’t be too crowded.
And our camp was up in the mountains, so more in the outback.
The green landscape passed us by, but we were already getting an idea of what this place would look like in summer: bare, dry, sandy and yellow!
But at the moment, everything still looked fresh and fruity.
I don’t think I would like Portugal so much in summer.
Especially in the south.
After four hours and just as many coffee breaks, we drove the last few kilometers towards the campsite that Liene had chosen on the way.
A small site with a maximum of 25 pitches – so nothing could go wrong.
Or so we thought until we arrived.
Every pitch was occupied by a caravan or motorhome.
And we didn’t really want to be surrounded by them.
I think it’s a terrible view and the atmosphere and coziness on such pitches is no better.
After a walk around the site, I was already on my way back to the car because I didn’t feel like driving any further and looking for another pitch.
However, Liene turned out to be smarter than me and explained to the owners of the campsite that this was not what we were looking for and asked if they could recommend a more suitable campsite.
Somewhere where we would be alone.
That turned out to be a brilliant idea.
The owners looked at my truck and pointed down the hill to a large, empty site that was next to a small river.
“You should be able to get there with a car like that”.
My heart skipped a beat.
This place was breathtakingly beautiful and we would have a 360-degree view of all the surrounding mountains and lands.
Eureka!
As we say in Dutch: “A kiss from the teacher and a bench forward, Liene”.
She’s done it again! 
Before this trip, I had a series of very heavy work weeks, both at home and abroad.
The mileage and camp activities were also starting to get a little tiring, so I enjoyed a day of “dolce far niente”.
Chilling out, playing board games, hiking up the mountain next to us and enjoying the view, taking an afternoon nap and writing something about this trip.
You know, just chill. 
To the beach!
I’m going to repeat myself, but anyone who knows me also knows that beaches, art cities, tourist highlights and everything associated with them immediately triggers an allergic reaction in me. I just hate commercial stuff. But Liene really wanted to see the infamous beaches of the Algarve and of course I didn’t want to take that away from her. We would see how it went, so we set off for Praia Benagil. I kept my fingers crossed. If the 40-kilometre ride was any indication, it didn’t look good. After just five kilometers, the picturesque villages were replaced by ever-expanding commercial and grimy settlements. Water amusement parks, hotels, uncharming potteries etc…. You know – anything that tries to make a place artificially authentic. Even Liene got nervous, because she also had a bad feeling. I’m not going to sugarcoat it: The beaches looked like shit. Everything was trampled flat. The entertainment industry was omnipresent. No beautiful natural beaches. Every spot looked battered. Fences. Toilet paper everywhere. We found a place to park the truck and walked over barren rocks, only to arrive at a place where heaps of tourists stood around gawking. From the mainland, however, you could see some of the true beauty. Something that a quick drone flight confirmed: the rocks and beaches were indeed breathtaking. But it would have taken a miracle to keep me there for more than fifteen minutes. Disappointed, we quickly returned to the parking lot and left this stretch of coast behind us. 
We were so stunned that we wanted to drive back to the campsite, pack everything up and head back to the outback.
Which, of course, was just a shock reaction.
After half an hour’s drive, we stopped at Café André – in the direction of Aljezur – sat down and took some time to think.
In the meantime, I had pulled out my Garmin GPS (the Overland edition), which always contains updated routes for every conceivable region.
Including off-road trails.
We liked these off-road trails, they would take us to quieter places.
We decided to follow a local road to the Costa Vicentina National Park.
This was on the west coast, about 100 kilometers from our location on the south coast.
Driving south was a big mistake for people who – like me – suffer from megalomaniac allergies. 
Once we reached the west coast, we drove along some back roads until we came across a perfect little beach where only a few locals and a lost Frenchman were relaxing.
The day was saved!
It was a great place to stay: Lazing in the sun, taking a dip in the ice-cold sea and and and.
Swimming in the Atlantic on February 28 and waddling out again like a stoned penguin is not bad at all.
And Liene discovered her inner child while searching for stones and shells for our daughters at home.
She played with the dog and ran screaming into the water because it was too cold and beautiful at the same time.
The day and the dream were saved.
Everyone was happy, including the dog! 
A huge detour to our camp brought us back to the mainland.
The further we drove into the outback, the more beautiful, pure and authentic the landscape became again.
Just like the villages and people.
What a relief.
On the way, we stopped to buy groceries.
Our keto food supply was running low.
We bought fresh meat, eggs and some nuts so that we made it until we arrived home.
Overall, the Algarve is crumbling because of tourism.
Millions of tourists want to be as close to the coast as possible and have all the luxuries right under their noses.
However, the water supply in this region is poor.
For example, the campsite we stayed at had to recycle and treat its waste water to use for maintenance, such as watering the plants.
The drinking water came from a well 120 meters deep.
This water had to be purified because of its high iron and manganese content.
Everything is rationed, even in winter.
The future looks bleak…
This region lives from tourism, but at a high price.
I complain a lot about places and regions like this, but I’m also glad that our lifestyle and way of traveling isn’t for everyone.
Because then I wouldn’t enjoy it anymore ; – ) 
The next day we wanted to go on a long hike, as it was our last full day in Portugal.
The next day we would slowly head north back home.
But the owner of the campsite was getting on my nerves and a certain event that morning made me decide to pack our things and leave early.
I was grateful to the man for the lovely campsite he had provided us with, but as soon as he opened his mouth, I cringed.
He had a stick up his butt and was as flexible as a concrete block.
Half an hour later, we drove to our next destination.
To make matters worse, it had started to rain.
Lightly at first, then it started to pour.
Good thing we were back on the road again.
After doing some research and looking at the weather map, we headed west and then turned 90 degrees north.
Back to Spain, as it wouldn’t rain on the other side of the border.
In the northern part of Portugal, our hearts warmed again as we saw the beautiful landscapes we had explored days before.
But one of the biggest surprises of this trip was yet to come.
After our last trip, I had read a lot about Extremadura – one of the least populated areas of Spain.
A place where you feel like you’re in the Wild West.
Nothing to be found there except – every 100 kilometers or so – small settlements with only one gas station and one bar.
Endless landscapes, again with those low, beautiful trees, herds of cattle, Jamon Iberico in its original form -black wild boar-, big rocks and high mountains.
My heart skipped a beat again.
There was room to breathe here.
Deep down, I promised myself that I would fully explore this area in the future.
Probably next year, sometime in winter.
At the moment, the temperatures were pleasant during the day, but cold at night.
In summer, temperatures here can reach up to 40 degrees Celsius.
The campsite we headed for looked promising.
The site was located in a huge, protected nature reserve.
In reality, however, we found ourselves surrounded by a bunch of elderly people in a kind of run-down Planckendael Zoo.
Not our thing.
We went to bed early to leave as soon as possible the next morning.
I’d heard enough farts from the man sleeping in the tent next to us….
Could have been a woman.
In any case, he or she was farting terribly loudly.
The weather hadn’t improved, so we shifted up a gear and crossed the Spanish mainland.
The vast and fascinating plateau on this mainland is breathtaking.
You constantly see birds of prey (falcons! eagles!), but also storks (which we also saw often in Portugal).
And if you drive north, the views are phenomenal. You only learn something about a country if you can cross it at a slower pace.
We learn a lot about the countries we visit by roaming slowly and steadily.
We ended this wonderful journey with a final stop at the Spanish border, just above San Sebastian.
It was a heavenly trip, even though it was short.
We were only on the road for 14 days, but the intensity and variety made it feel much longer.
I was more than satisfied.
The off-road trailer had proved its worth, it was very complementary to our way of traveling.
We were even more flexible without having to give up the adventurous routes.
Another important realization was that this type of travel is not just a phase.
It is a long-term lifestyle that arises from the need to breathe.
The fact that we accepted the icy nights with a smile, getting up at 6am to see the sunrise – even if it’s still freezing outside – makes a lot of difference.
This trip confirms the fact that we are not only bound to nice, soft summers.
We can set off at any time of the year, in any direction, to find nature and tranquillity.
And that is a great reassurance.
It also brings a lot of opportunities.
Especially those that focus on nature and authenticity.
On our travels, we often visit tourist highlights recommended by travel guides.
Described as phenomenal experiences.
Time and again we return disappointed because we realize that we have missed out on yet another experience.
These tourist highlights turned out to be real horror stories for us, even in Portugal and Spain.
We came to the conclusion that we would rather be out and about deep on the mainland or high up in the mountains.
Alone or with like-minded people.
In nature.
This realization had probably been in the back of our minds for a while.
But after this trip, we dared to speak our minds and confirmed what we already knew. 
I also enjoyed spending time alone with Liene.
Since having children, this was only the second trip we’ve taken alone for an extended period of time.
I believe that we are responsible for our children and don’t need to ask other people to look after them every time we want some alone time.
I also love spending time with the four of us.
Especially when we’re traveling like ours, it’s great to be together.
Liene and I have had a tough year and we have made some drastic and insightful decisions to live differently and better.
To live life our own way.
Deciding how we want to live and how we want to do things!
It was a joy to notice how all these choices became clear during this trip, just between the two of us.
Every moment felt like a confirmation of the path we want to take in life.
I often feel like I’m swimming against the current myself.
Or at least like I’m sitting on a rock in the river, looking around and wondering why everyone else is just going with the flow – because it’s easier or they don’t know any better.
This trip has given me the feeling that I’m not swimming against the current alone.
Liene and I are sitting on this rock together.
We decide when to let ourselves drift or when to swim against the current.
Together.
I’ve never felt so consciously connected!
And I can feel that we are going through life stronger and more self-confident.
That’s why we travel the way we do.
To get out of our own context, to see the world from a different perspective and – above all – to get out of our comfort zone.
Life off the road!
This is how we grow, as individuals and as a family.
Closer and closer together. 
Source: Content and images by Niko Caignie This article summarizes the travel experience of Niko Caignie and his wife on their 12-day trip to Portugal together!
You can read his original article “PORTUGAL: SUMMER IN WINTER” here:
