Hotel was great even if the Internet was poor. had a big breakfast with Mike who stayed in the same hotel.
Spent my day off wandering around the shops just looking and having some me time. It’s funny how nice it is to be alone after spending so much time with 40 others on board.
Back to the ship for the night before watch starts at 8am in the morning.
Work duty good fun. Climbing out on the head rig ‘trising’ the inner gib.(sounds like I know what I’m talking about, but I don’t really).
Then before I got set Slushing, that’s greasing and tarring, a very dirty job I got to go sailing in the rowing boat that has been set with sails. Alison, chief mate at the helm and 7 others having fun tacking round the harbour for a really fun hour in a small sailing boat.
A bit of painting in the afternoon added red paint splashes to my already multicoloured legs, then instruction on the use of the ships hand held radios in case we ever need to send a mayday or if we need to contact the coast guard etc.
A quiet evening, a sheet has been hung up in the salon to be used as a screen for the projection equipment, so we watched a film together.
I was on watch at 2am for an hour. It is carnival here and I could hear the singing and partying going on into the night. Look forward to hearing the stories from the on shore crew in the morning.
Went to visit a small fishing village today. 5 of us jumped into a minibus and were driven across the island. It is so dry. All volcanic rock and no trees, punctuated by small oasis of green vegetable plots, watered by wells with windmills attached, to draw the water up.
Calhau village is such a tiny place. Very basic sitting on black volcanic rock beside dramatic coastline.
We watched a small fishing boat coming home as 15 or so men ran in the water to pull it ashore.
His catch was soon being sold to the locals, and prepared, gutted and de scaled on a communal table.
It felt odd watching the lives of these people, almost felt rude studying them. They hardly took any notice of us.
We found a restaurant and got served with the best food yet on this island. It’s hard to imagine that these people live in such a desolate place.
Mindelo, the harbour town where we are moored up is not much better. A small scruffy place, with beggars who live on the streets, a market selling the same items that we saw in Dakar. It has a relaxed feel though, and everyone is friendly.
Only 25% of Cape Verdean’s stay here. There is little industry and little opportunity to find work. Most who live here receive money from family that have moved away, mainly to the U.S.
We were due to sail tomorrow, however we are waiting for a new Chief Engineer. The last one had to leave us due to family illness. Mark has been filling in as engineer, however we need someone fully qualified to be on the ship before the 3weeks at sea as we cross the Atlantic.
This means an extra week here. I plan to get the ferry across to Santos Antao, the next island to us. for a couple of days. It’s a bigger island so should be more to see.
Work tomorrow then adventuring.