October 29 – November 4, 2021
Hmm… It started beautifully. We arrived at Boa Vista in 7 hours from Sal. Over 40 miles of beautiful sailing, an average of about 6 knots. We anchored in the early afternoon in a large bay, as far as the eye can see beaches and a small town, a few catamarans and about 3 yachts. Much more green than in Sal.
The next morning we took a dinghy to the beach, Krzyś and Mirek went to the police to check in, and Dosia and I stayed on the beach.
At first it was fun, but then less. We bathed a bit, walked a bit, the guys came back and then, after looking into our backpack, it turned out that that we were robbed. Someone pulled out Dosia’s crocs flip flops and a kidney where our 2 phones were and some money. Fortunately, we have paper versions of our return tickets and covid certificates. Well, but without a phone he is bald. The town is not beautiful, most of the houses are under construction, but wide streets without sidewalks, but cars for medicine.
Today Luis and we are going on a must-see tour of the island. The friends from the Happy Koumata catamaran are going along with us in the second car. We had previously stood together in Sal.
The expedition took 5 hours, of which probably more than 4 were driving on various types of off-road and roads paved with basalt cubes.
Generally, there is no fresh groundwater on Boa Vista. Residents collect it at special points, where it is previously desalinated and carried or brought home. They have to save her a lot, but it is very, very much. Despite of this, here and there, in the deep interiors, small towns have been created, where water from desalinators is even distributed through mini water pipes supplying gardens and rows of trees along the roads. We drove through 3 such towns.
Occasionally you can also find in more extensive hollows something like tiny oases, very heavily overgrown with acacia trees, which have firmly established themselves here. We also saw mini-vegetable crops, all in rather deplorable condition.
The attraction is the Viana desert – sand blown by the wind for millions of years from the Sahara desert.
After an hour of shaking in heat and dust in a not-so-exclusive car (some on horseback), we reached the lighthouse.
Apart from its obvious function, it is a beautiful vantage point that can be reached after several minutes of climbing.
We spent the afternoon at our anchorage in a local restaurant by the city’s pier, which, although unpleasant, serves delicious food.