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I'm rejoining the rails for another
epic adventure.

Are you excited? Who wouldn't be?

I'm travelling around
the globe again.

Riding some of the most legendary
trains in the world.

To experience more
spectacular railways.

Look at this place!

From the Arctic Circle...

Oh!

..to the glorious Andes.

And the heart of Europe...

Isn't it fantastic?
It's just a ticket hall!

..to the edge of America.

Oh, this is amazing!

And I'll venture off the tracks to
discover awe-inspiring places...

England!

..extraordinary people...

..and unforgettable experiences.

Hey! Hey!

It's staggering, isn't it?

Ahh!

Here I am again,
back at St Pancras Station in London

and ready to hit the rails.

Last time I went east, all the way
around the world by train.

But all that globetrotting
made me realise there is

so much more to see.

So I'm going to do it again.

But this time,
in the opposite direction.

And I'm kicking off with a route
through Europe,

so, of course, there's only one
train to start off in, isn't there?

And, as usual, I'll be bringing
this little lot with me.

Come on, lads.

Excuse me, can I squeeze through?

Here we go.

This time, I'm heading to the south
of France to begin my adventures.

I'll make a stop on the coast
in the Camargue...

..then cross the border
to Spain's Costa Brava.

I'll race down to Barcelona,
head west to the capital, Madrid,

and then end in Portugal.

I've been to Europe before,
of course,

but most of the time it's been
zooming over the Channel

by plane or hurtling down
a bunch of motorways.

I think going by train would be
a really good way to do it.

The railway network is so extensive

that you can get virtually
anywhere, all the tourist spots.

But the hidden gems as well.

In the summer, there's now a direct
train that links London and the

French Cote d'Azur
in six-and-a-half hours.

And it delivers you right to the
heart of Marseille.

This is St Charles Station.

I'm changing trains here,

but with an hour to kill,
I'm going for a wander.

We are now in the
second city of France.

It all looks a bit non-descript now,
doesn't it?

But then you get to these steps.

Pow!

What a great, imperial statement.

And steps themselves...

..it's like climbing up an enormous
wedding cake, isn't it?

And if you look down that street
and beyond, those chimney pots,

there is the reason that Marseille
has thrived

and been so successful
for centuries.

The Mediterranean Sea.

Marseille was the gateway
to France's once great empire.

That means there were loads
of dockers and sailors working here.

The sort of people who kick off
when they get stroppy.

Like in the French Revolution.

In the year 1792, on this very
street, the Rue Thubaneau,

a group of Marseille revolutionaries
gathered and sang their song,

the Marseillaise.

# Allons enfants de la Patrie... #

They were about to head north and
get to Paris for a massive punch-up.

And they didn't care who tried to
stand on their way.

And the song became so popular,

it spread throughout
the whole countryside

and was sung by all the people
marching towards Paris.

And a few years later, it was
decreed to be the national anthem.

MUSIC: La Marseillaise.

While this old port used to be
a bit dangerous sometimes,

in recent years it has
attracted more tourists.

It's a great jumping off point to
explore more of the south of France.

And I'm back at St Charles Station
to hop on a regular regional train.

I'm heading around 50 miles
along the coast

to where the Med meets the Rhone.

And a lesser-known part of Provence.

France has the tenth longest railway
network in the world.

And unlike Britain, which had the
Beeching cuts in the 1960s,

it didn't axe its less popular
local routes.

So in France you can travel all over
the country on the regional lines.

And I'm heading for deepest
Provence by rail.

A few miles south of Arles Station
is the area known as the Camargue.

When someone says
southern France to me,

I think of gorgeous young women
in bikinis and sunglasses

on the Cote d'Azur.

Or valley after valley
crammed full of vineyards

or beautiful little stone houses
nestled in the hills.

What I don't think of is
the Lone Ranger and Tonto.

Look at these!

Are they not the most exquisite
horses you've ever seen?

These magnificent
white Camargue horses

are native to this marshland region.

And for the past 500 years,

they've been used to wrangle herds
of prize-winning bulls

by the Gardiens -
Europe's only surviving cowboys.

And today, I'm going
to saddle up and give them a hand.

How are you going to decide which
horse to choose for me, Patrick?

You want to tell me, maybe,
you know?!

Well, I think a very placid one.

One who won't run away with me!

So maybe this one?

They're very tame. This one? Yeah.

What's this one called? Kerido.

Kerido.

They're not actually wild,
are they?

No. They live like wild horses.

All the year alone and outside.

But they are not wild.

So we'll take Kerido?
Yeah, I'm happy to take Kerido.

Come on, Kerido.

This way.

Whoop!

Here we go.

Patrick's family owns one of the
oldest ranches in the Camargue,

which stretches over 500 hectares.

And they're very proud of their
centuries-old ranching way of life.

So you really are a cowboy? Yeah!

So you don't dress like this
for the tourists?

This is your working clothes?
I'm a French cowboy!

I didn't know such things existed,
but it's brilliant!

Well, I've got myself a horse.

A hat.

And even the seal of approval
from Patrick's dad.

Very good.

Let's get those bulls!

Let me get this clear.

I'm in a field with 50 bulls.

Not 50 - 100. 100!

That makes it so much better!

BULLS BELLOW

Those bulls, why do they kick
the dust like that?

Because they want to fight.

"Come on", they say, "Come on!"

You just stay where you are!

Oh, my God!

We're heading straight for them!

With me...

TONY CLICKS
Come on!

PATRICK WHISTLES

What does the whistling mean?

Err... Go away.

But slowly, you know?

PATRICK WHISTLES

You want them to go away fast!

Oh!

Oh!

Whoa!

Patrick told me to stay near him
but he just keeps galloping off!

PATRICK WHISTLES

WHISTLING QUICKENS

Oh, no! Oh, no! Oh, no!

Whoa.

That's better, that's better!

It's actually slightly scary!

Whenever I come to somewhere
as wonderful as this,

of course I feel
an enormous affinity

to the people and the animals.

But there's part of me
that's thinking,

"Hang on, this isn't going to last."

"Capitalism and globalisation aren't
going to let this place flourish."

But this whole area is a
protected nature reserve

and Patrick said to me that as long
there are bulls

and as long as there are Gardiens
to look after them and the horses,

these ranches will survive.

And that's pretty positive,
isn't it?

Coming up...

I continue my journey of discovery
in beautiful Barcelona.

Where I find out what it's like
to live in a Gaudi masterpiece.

All the tourists can see you
all the time? That's muy importante!

And I pitch up

on one of the greatest football
stadiums in the world.

I still get a shiver down my spine
seeing it for real.

It's day two of my trip through
southern Europe by train,

and after time spent herding
bulls in the south of France,

I'm on the high-speed train.

I'm heading down the coast to the
very bottom of France

and the base of the Pyrenees
where I'll cross into Spain.

I certainly wouldn't have seen all
this if I'd been in the car,

would I? All this...coastline...
massive inland waterways,

the foothills of the Pyrenees
over there.

Mind you, it is all at 200kph,
but it's still pretty stunning.

France was the first country
in Europe to have high-speed rail

when it introduced these TGV
trains in the early 1980s,

but France and Spain have only been
connected by direct high-speed

train since 2013 after a new line
was built through the mountains.

Travelling by train's so easy.

Here we are on one side of the
Pyrenees in France,

and thanks to the 5.2-mile long
tunnel,

here we are on the other
side in Spain.

I'm heading straight to the
Costa Brava.

My first stop is Figueres, where I'm
jumping off to head a few miles east

to the coast
and the small town of L'Escala

and I can't wait.

This is one of the first places in
Spain

to become a package holiday
hot spot.

What I'm much more interested
in these days is seeing what

life's like for some of the locals.

Fishing was once
the lifeblood of the Costa Brava

and 40-odd years ago L'Escala Beach
would have been awash with

fishing boats.

But as more and more tourists
invaded with their sun beds,

the fishermen were moved
here to the nearby harbour.

Classic sign of a fishing
boat coming in,

you see all those gulls
swirling around.

Just below them you can

just about make out the little
mast of the fishing boat coming in.

I think I'd expected something
massive like a huge trawler.

It's quite cute, that, isn't it?

I've come down here this morning

because if you want to know what
life's like in a place

like this, you need to have a chat
with the fishermen.

Hi, I'm Tony. Hi.
Was it a good catch today?

A good catch? A good catch.
Three tonnes. Three tonnes?

Three tonnes of sardines.

So you're a very rich man. Oh!

THEY LAUGH

We need help. You need help? OK.

First interview I've ever done where
after three minutes I stink of fish.

HE LAUGHS

Most of these sardines will be
sold in Spain, but some of them

will end up in the UK.

When you're eating
one of these back home,

remember, it could have
come from right here.

This is your sister's restaurant?
Yes.

I've got an invite to try
some of the sardines for breakfast.

Hola! Hello.

Locals Augustina and Mary have
lived in L'Escala all their lives.

Are you going to join us?

No, she have to work.
She's busy. Very busy. OK.

So how do we eat these?
With the fingers.

Wonderful. I like it.
I like it, except it's very hot.

Yeah. Mm. That's good.

These are wonderful. Yeah,
because they are fresh, these ones.

Yesterday when I arrived here,
it was all tourists.

Tourists and amusing lilos
shaped like flamingos.

And it felt as if the place
had no soul at all. Today...

..down at the harbour,
as the fish came off the boat,

it felt like the place does
still have a heart.

Yes, it's like this
and you can feel that.

In town in August
you're only going to see tourists.

But if you came in two or three
months, like October, November,

so we get together then.
You become a proper town again.

Yeah. Yeah, yeah.

This place may have a reputation for
deck chairs and package holidays,

but today I've seen
the old-style Costa Brava -

lots of hard work, beautiful fish
and a lovely meal at the end of it.

Long may that Costa Brava survive.

I'm rejoining the rails
and taking a local train.

I'm heading for the capital
of Catalonia, Barcelona.

This region is Spain's
industrial heartland.

So it's no surprise that was
the first place in the country

to have a railway.

This is the oldest railway line in
Spain. It was built in 1848,

although why they should have
built it so that it cuts off

virtually every beach
from its local town is beyond me.

But what's left is pretty stunning.

We're heading right into the heart
of Catalonia now, which is

an area which is very
different from the rest of Spain.

It's got its own language - like
Wales has - its own culture,

its own traditions,

but this feeling of separateness
isn't just a historical thing.

It raises as much passion
now as it ever has.

And to get a better
understanding of this passion,

I've come to Barcelona FC,
Catalan's very own football team.

Barcelona's famous Camp Nou
holds close to 100,000 people.

I must have seen this
stadium 100 times on the telly,

but I still get a shiver
down my spine seeing it for real.

What you might not realise watching
on TV is that the roar of the crowd

when Messi scores a goal is also
a call for Catalan's independence.

Andy, you've been here for a long
time now, haven't you,

both as a journalist
and commentator?

One thing I didn't expect to see

when I came here was those four
words - Mes que un club.

That's Catalan, right?
It's Catalan for "more than a club".

And that very much sums up how
Barcelona feel about themselves

as an institution. They feel that,
yes, we're a football club,

but we're a lot more than that.
We represent people.

It's about identity, it's about
culture, it's about the sense of

belonging and that's very much
how the club perceives itself -

not just a football team.

For the last few years,
at 17 minutes and 14 seconds

into each half, the fans strike up
a chant for independence.

Because 1714 was the year that they
lost independence

and became assimilated
as part of Spain

and the club obviously has never
done anything to try to subdue that.

What happened to the club
when General Franco,

the fascist dictator through
to the 1970s, was in power?

Cos he didn't like the idea of
independence, did he? Not at all.

In fact, he went further than that
and supressed Catalan identity,

Catalan language was banned,
it couldn't be taught in schools,

couldn't publish books or magazines,
newspapers in Catalan.

It was almost a safe haven, this
stadium, when it opened in the '50s

for people to come along
and sing their songs,

support their team,
express themselves in Catalan,

which was something they couldn't
do in official life cos

the language was banned,

so I think a lot of the power
of the brand, almost, of Barcelona

as a club and being more than a club
was born and solidified in that era.

CROWD CHANTS

But it's not just football
and politics that makes this

fascinating city stand
out from the rest of Spain -

it's also its architecture.

And at the forefront stands
the work of the great Antoni Gaudi.

This is Sagrada Familia,
Gaudi's most iconic creation.

He started work on the cathedral
back in 1882.

137 years later,
it's still not finished.

But that doesn't stop over three
million people flocking to see it

each year.

Gaudi was part of the Catalan
modernism movement

which took inspiration from nature,
bright colours and curved lines.

But he took it to the next level

and transformed
the look of a whole city.

This is Park Guell, another
one of Gaudi's unique creations.

I've come here to meet Bianca,

an architect with
a passion for all things Gaudi.

Hey, Bianca, how are you?
How are you doing?

I want to find out who Gaudi the man
was and what made him tick.

You've got this crazy, crazy kind of
Disney World, really, haven't you?

How did people react to this
architecture?

This was very controversial.
Many people appreciate his work,

but many people would make
fun about his solutions, ideas,

colourful designs and crazy ideas.

Gaudi wasn't just famous
for creating parks and cathedrals.

He built places for people
to live in, too.

Bianca has brought me to Casa Mila
to meet one of its residents, Anna.

Can we come in and have a look
at your house? Thank you very much.

It's not until you're inside that
you realise the building is

doughnut-shaped and the apartments
run around its circular edge.

The corridors are so high,
aren't they?

It's really luxurious.
It's very practical,

but also great luxury and space.

Show me more.

This truly is a great space,
but outside I can't help but notice

one tiny problem.

All the tourists can see
you all the time!

No esta importante? Muy importante!
No esta importante!

It would drive me bonkers.

I suppose if push came to shove
I could put up with them...

..just for the lounge alone.

What an amazing room, Anna!

Incredible. Will you stay
here for the rest of your life? Yes.

Sure.

THEY LAUGH

I think that's a good end to the
interview, don't you?

Like most people,
I knew that Gaudi had designed crazy

and colourful houses.

What I hadn't understood until
today was that he also had

a passion for people, a passion for
the space that they move around in,

like Anna's fantastic flat
which, quite honestly,

is just about the nicest apartment
I've ever been in.

Coming up, I continue my search
for surprises in northern Spain

where I'm confronted
by extraordinary

echoes of its bloody civil war.

It must have been madness in here.

And I pull into Madrid's
tropical train station.

It's great, isn't it?

I'm halfway through my eye-opening
trip through southern Europe

and after a couple of days exploring
beautiful Barcelona I think I get

why Gaudi was one of the truly great
architects of the 20th century.

But there's more excitement ahead.

I'm at Sants Station,
Catalan's busiest transport hub,

to head west on one of the fastest
trains in the world.

This is Ave, which is Spain's
version of Japan's bullet train,

or our HS2.

Actually, the second one isn't
really a very good example, is it?

But you know what I mean. It's fast.

In this super-fast train it only
takes three hours to cover

the more than 300 miles
between Barcelona to Madrid,

so along the way I've got time to
make friends in the buffet car.

LAUGHTER

And it means I can afford to
hop off halfway for another stop.

For hundreds of years Spain was
a major player on the world stage.

It was very rich, very powerful,
but between 1936 and 1939

it kind of juddered to a halt

when it became in the grip
of a terrible civil war.

On one hand you had
General Franco's fascists,

on the other hand you had
the Republicans.

I'm getting off at Zaragoza
to find out more.

This region saw some of the
bloodiest fighting of the civil war.

And south of the city is Belchite.

Wow.

This is all that's left of a small
Spanish town that was obliterated

during a two-week military onslaught
at the height of the civil war.

Since the troops
departed on September 7th 1937,

this site has remained untouched.

INDISTINCT CHATTER

My guide, Isobel, explains that this
once beautiful cathedral was

the epicentre of the carnage
that took place here.

This looks like it must have been
a very old and magnificent church.

Any idea when it was built?
In the 17th century.

Wow, so it's a kind of Renaissance
building, isn't it? Mm-hm.

It's extraordinary, you go
into a little side chapel like this

and initially you think
it's just a ruin.

It's only when you get close to it
that you see incredible

numbers of bullet holes.

This actually is where the
battle started.

Who was defending this church?

The church was defended
by the Francoist troops.

This is the fascists? Yeah.

They were situated in the tower and
the Republican army broke this wall.

They start shooting
the people in the tower.

The people in the tower were
shooting them.

It must have been madness in here.

This tower looks like it could
topple down at any moment.

Yeah, we have a shell over there
that didn't explode. A shell?!

Oh, it's like a black
thing sticking out,

like a little periscope or
something. Yeah.

Can we move on? Yeah, for sure!

What was the result of the battle?
The Republicans took the town.

Six months later there was a two-day
battle

in which the Francoist troops
took the town again.

So Franco left this as a war
memorial to say that the

other side were really bad
but his side was really powerful,

and smashed them to pieces.

It's easy to talk about the
Spanish Civil War and the tactics

and the politics and the strategies,

but it isn't until you get to
Belchite

that you really get a sense of the
human cost of all that fighting.

That's so sad.

It's time to move on so I'm hopping
back on the high-speed train

at Zaragoza and I'm now heading
to Madrid.

It's 170 miles to the
capital from here,

but the journey will take less
than 90 minutes.

Just enough time to relax

and check out my new
state-of-the-art travel pillow.

If only I could put it on right!

Oh, there you go.

This train is so smooth I'll sleep
like a baby all the way to Madrid.

I'm in Madrid's
Atocha Railway Station now.

All the normal accoutrements
of a railway station are here -

the ticket office, the vending
machines, the bars...the jungle.

The jungle! It's true.
It's this wonderful?

They established this in 1992. There
were railway tracks here before that

but there was one big problem
they had to overcome, which

was that there was a little lake
in the middle of it - very nice -

except that people kept
dumping their unwanted turtles in it

until eventually it became turtle
city and they had to ship them

all out and drain the lake.

And now...it's great, isn't it?

I've only got one afternoon to
explore Madrid,

so time to stretch my legs.

All Spain's major roads
lead to Madrid

and this point is where
they all start.

It's the geographical
centre of Spain.

Look, I'm standing
right in the middle of Spain.

Madrid became the capital of Spain
back in 1561

and it's a grand old place.

But it's not just the statues and
impressive buildings on offer here.

Over in Lavapies you can
step off the tourist trail

and get a better sense of the city.

It's the edgy part of town,
full of hipsters and trendy bars.

It does great free tapas...

..it's the perfect place to
meet new friends...

So, is this the hen do? Yes. Very
civilised. Hen do part two.

Just the four of you?
Yeah. Aw, that's nice.

..and a mecca for shopping
for jazzy shirts...

We're ready for you, Tony. Sorry.

..if only the crew would let me.

But I fancy something a bit
more traditional

so I'm heading back to the
city centre for dinner.

Behind this wall is the Plaza Mayor,

but buried into it are a lot of
tiny old taverns, each one of which

specialises in a different food.

So that one specialises in tortilla,
that one in boquerones -

which are anchovies -

but I'm going to have a look at
the oldest one of the lot...

..Sobrino de Botin.

This place became
a restaurant in the year 1725.

I love this old bar, don't you,

and these great dark beams
against the white ceiling.

And this mural here really gives
you a sense of age

and the brightness of all that
painted panelling

and those dark,
gloomy paintings that,

if they belonged to your gran,
you'd want them on the skip,

but here they give you this
incredible sense of Spanishness.

Come with me.

And through here... Look, if you go
that way, I'll meet you round here.

Cos what I want to show you is this
oven, which has remained alight

for nearly 300 years.

They specialise
in roast suckling pig here

and the Guinness Book Of World
Records awarded it the title

World's Oldest Restaurant.

And over the years its tables have
played host to a long

list of distinguished diners.

But Antonio, the current owner,

is most proud of the restaurant's
royal heritage.

Where did the King sit?
Usually they have a round table here

because that way
they join in the atmosphere.

But you don't clear
the whole of the restaurant,

other people can still come here
when the Royal Family are here?

Yes, of course. Sometimes we have
a curtain or something,

but most of the time Juan Carlos,
he told us,

"Please don't put the curtain."

He wanted to be part of it, and
people were toasting with the King.

Oh, that's nice.

I love the idea that the restaurant
has a personality that is

brimming full of history. That's
what I felt as soon as I walked in.

Oh, great. I'm very glad.

It must be time to find
out what food

cooked in a 300-year-old oven
tastes like.

And it would be mean
not to ask the crew to join me.

Hey, guys. Thank you.

Oh, wow, that looks beautiful.

Oh, great. Thank you.
Thank you very much.

Gracias. Shall I serve?
Shall I be mum?

Enjoy it.

Madrid's full of delicious
surprises like this.

I just wish I could stay
and discover more.

But it's an early start tomorrow.
I've got a train to catch.

Next, I'm in Portugal's Porto
and what a welcome!

Isn't it fantastic?
It's just a ticket hall!

I get to ride the rails through
the country's breathtaking views.

Gorgeous Douro Valley, which is
the heart of Portuguese wine-making.

And I get knee-deep with the locals.

Between these two guys,
this is great.

THEY LAUGH

I'm on the last leg of my journey
through southern Europe

and so far I've found some lovely
little gems along the way.

After exploring Spain, I've headed
352 miles west to Portugal.

This is Porto and it's easy to see
why it's called the City of Bridges.

Oh, my goodness!

Look at this.

The Maria Pia Bridge isn't only
the oldest bridge in Porto,

but the oldest railway
crossing in Portugal.

It was designed back in the 1800s

by Gustave Eiffel, who went on to
build some big tower in Paris.

Like France and Spain, Portugal
once had a great empire.

Dripping with gold and silver,

sending explorers
off all over the world.

And yet all that seems to have
just dribbled away.

But after some tough times,
the country's in the middle

of an economic upturn.

Lisbon is one of the latest
must-do city breaks

and Porto isn't far behind.

Topped with terracotta rooftops,

this entire city is
a Unesco World Heritage Site.

And the greeting waiting for you
at Sao Bento Station

is quite spectacular.

Look at this place!
It's just a ticket hall!

A railway ticket hall! But it
could be a palace, couldn't it?

All these tiles were put up
in the early 1900s by the master

tile-maker of Portugal,
Jorge Colaco.

And he hand-painted them.
And they look magnificent.

You couldn't do this in England.

but here it's so pristine.

Local architect Ricardo
is a bit of an expert

when it comes to these tiles.

When the train station is built,
there's this idea of adding

things that are important for us,
so they start...

Over here we can see clearly
wine being picked,

being brought from the valley.
Over here getting the wheat

and then milling it on this
water mill over here.

That's beautiful. It's like a
Constable painting in England,

that one. And that's the booze up,
presumably?

Yeah, that's one thing
we do very well.

We like to drink, we like to party.

It was the Moors who first
introduced these tiles to Portugal

back in the 17th century.

The country fell in love with them.

Beautiful. Wow, look at this. Yeah.

And in Porto they're all over
the place.

You can see the building over there.
Beautiful.

I love this place.

It has the grandeur of Madrid
and the vibrancy of Barcelona,

but it feels a little more low-key,
less showy.

So what does Ricardo think
about his next door neighbours?

What's the difference between
the Spanish and the Portuguese?

Don't make me start!
I thought it might!

We are very similar in language.
We understand everything they say,

they don't understand a word of what
we say. I don't understand why.

It's the same phrases
and phrase construction

with a different accent. And for us
it's easy just to speak Spanish,

we just give a different intonation
and we're there.

We like them very much...
in their country.

God!

One thing that strikes me
about these people

is their pride in their traditions.

Look at this lot.

Tell me about them. OK, so we are
a tuna. What does that mean?

It's not a fish. It's a
traditional thing from Portugal.

We are all students of engineering,
of the faculty,

and then we formed the group
30 years ago and it's like this.

And a big tradition in Portugal,
there's a lot of groups.

Each faculty has one.
We have ours, you know?

So good. I love this, this is great.

Typical choreography.

Do you make much money? OK, so you
have to ask the crowd, I think.

HE LAUGHS
See you later. See you.

I'm up here cos I wanted to show you
the might River Douro.

And by an eerie coincidence,

it's also the perfect place to show
you the most magnificent sunset.

I'm back at Sao Bento Station.

It's the last day of my trip
exploring Europe.

Time for one final adventure.

I've left Porto now to get on this
lovely little old train.

It's a line that was first opened
in 1887, so it's pretty old.

For most of its length it
hugs the mighty Douro River,

but I'm not getting off till we get
to the gorgeous Douro Valley,

which is the heart of Portuguese
wine-making,

so I'm really looking
forward to that.

This railway line is
an engineering masterpiece.

There's 26 tunnels and 30 bridges
connecting all the towns

and villages along the water's edge.

All I know about port is that
there's lots of brands with

British-sounding names
and it's a sweet,

sticky tipple my Auntie Ethel
used to drink at Christmas,

so I've come to Quinta da Pacheca,

one of the oldest port-making
estates in the Valley,

to find out more.

There's a word in English -
pendulous. Which is kind of dangly.

These grapes, they are definitively
pendulous, aren't they?

And who better to educate me
than Maria,

an award-winning port-maker?

I think they are not ready.
The sugar is not enough for port.

This vineyard produces hundreds
of bottles of port each year and,

incredibly, they still make the
drink in the old, traditional way -

crushing the grapes by foot.

Tony, do you want to go...?
Of course I want to have a go!

But suppose I had athlete's
foot or verrucas -

that would be ghastly in your wine!
No, there's no problem.

The alcohol that the wine has,

it will kill everything
that you have in your foot?

Really? And there's no
problem for the wine, yes.

It's very, very, very odd.

You can feel all the...different
grapes just go pop, pop, pop!

Thank you, yeah,
I'd much rather be in the middle.

We do it for three hours.
Three hours?! Yes. Let's do this!

OK.

I'm so glad
I'm not on the end, I think

I would fall over
if I was on the end.

Between these two guys,
this is great.

THEY LAUGH

Now, I know what you're thinking -
why are we doing this?

Well, the benefit of crushing
the grapes by foot is the seeds

won't break, which could make
the port bitter.

And it's rather satisfying.

Very polite of you.

Feel like I've been the naughty
boy in primary school

and the teacher's cleaning me up!
Sorry, miss!

Time to taste
the fruits of my labours

and reflect on my journey so far.

On this leg of my journey I've been
to France, Spain and Portugal -

all countries I was a little bit
familiar with before -

but who would have thought I'd end
up riding with cowboys in France

or learning about Catalan
independence at Barcelona's

famous Camp Nou?

And I did it all

while travelling on the most
spectacular railways in Europe.

And what a way to end my trip -
sailing along the mighty Douro.

This river goes down to the
Portuguese coast, then you've

got the Atlantic
and beyond it South America,

adn that's where I'm going
next week.

Next time, I join the biggest
carnival party in Peru...

Hey! Peru! Peru! Peru!

..ride one of the poshest
locomotives on Earth...

This is a train!
It's actually a train!

..venture deep
into the Amazon Jungle...

Monkey alert, monkey alert.

..and fulfil my lifelong
dream of seeing the ancient

wonder of Machu Picchu.

Look at that!