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Alive on the Beaches of Cape Verde!

April 22, 2010

Inhabiting the ten African islands (and five islets) of Cabo Verde (Cape Verde) are the West African / Portuguese mix of friendly Creole speaking people. A short flight from Senegal, the island of Santiago houses the current capital city of Praia, as well as the first capital of Cidade Velha (Old City), the first Portuguese settlement in Africa in the mid-15th century. Although by mid-18th century, piracy and privateering forced a move of the capital to the nearby city of Praia.

Old town Praia

Old town Praia

In my week of visiting good American friends Rachel and Mike, I explored Praia and Cidade Velha and over the weekend, the three of us drove to Tarrafal, a stunning beach on the opposite side of the island. The leisurely two hour drive through the mountainous center, and the return along the coast, were both magnificent, with beautiful scenery and modest towns.

To Tarrafal...

To Tarrafal...

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... through the quaint towns ...  ;)

... through the quaint towns ... ;)

The beach at Tarrafal lies within the surrounding hills, bathed in the warm evening light with each passing day of perfect weather. Meanwhile, the overlooking restaurants serve their delicious fresh fish and Cabo Verdean specialities, and the small, humble villas provide a night’s rest right off the sea.

Tarrafal beach

Tarrafal beach

And while the dramatic landscapes were wonderfully picturesque, the beach activity was the highlight for me. The young boys flipped over large tires, played pick-up fútbol, and body-boarded across the incoming waves . . . all the while playfully jesting with one another and flirting with the cute girls engaged in their own sideline games. And with the exception of too frequent a naked boy too old to be running around naked, the scene was a visual delight and everyone was very welcoming in allowing me to photograph them from quite close!

Playing on Tarrafal beach...

Playing on Tarrafal beach...

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Women collecting rocks for the home

Women collecting rocks for the home

In the mornings, the women and their boys would fill buckets with small rocks from the other end of the beach and walk them back with buckets on head to form large piles, eventually used for the roofs of new homes. They made trip after trip, hour after hour . . . it was all quite impressive!

And in the days that followed, I visited the old city of Cidade Velha where a similar welcoming attitude was apparent and where the boys played fútbol right at the water’s edge. The scene, just past palm trees and rock beach and backed by colorful fishing boats, was brilliant with the setting sun illuminating the water and highlighting the players. I couldn’t help jump in the mix and snap a few shots while doing my best to keep the water below the knees (I was wearing pants ;o) and not fall over with equipment and all!

Waterfront sport at Cidade Velha

Waterfront sport at Cidade Velha

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(notice the boy?)

(notice the boy?)

Other men fished and sold the most colorful fish I’ve ever seen to the local women. Hodjita, Garopa, and Balantin were just three of these vibrant red fish. The smaller boys helped the fishermen and marveled at these wonderful creatures before them. And after snapping a photo or two of them, they humorously asked for more and more to be taken, while continuously asking to see each and every one. They spoke to me in Creole excitedly and similar to the Kenyan children, each boy would jump in front of the next to be the most prominent in the next photo. My new friend Ze, a Cidade Velha native, though ironically now an eight year Rhode Island resident, translated the childrens’ Creole to mean “we’re kids just playing kid’s games!”. Ha, very cute.

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Ze, or Leke, was a pleasure to meet and spend some of two days with. While he’s found himself back in Cabo Verde under less then favorable conditions, I was very happy to make his acquittance, be invited into his grandmother’s family home, and learn much of their small town culture that I came to appreciate very much. Here in Cidade Velha, everyone knows everyone, there’s a widely accepted open-door policy, and the children run about free and safe to enjoy their childhood as young children should. My thoughts are plentiful and if your desire for more is as well, just ask! In the meanwhile, I can only hope the weight of life can be lifted from this great and generous man . . . for his spirit is larger than life itself and the children recognize it in all its glory.

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Ze

Ze

I look forward to learning more Portuguese, and maybe a bit of Creole, and returning to visit some of the other islands I’ve heard so much good about! For those interested . . . direct, affordable flights from Boston on Cabo Verde Airlines are available . . . although don’t expect to find flight information easily on the web! Hit me up and I’ll do my best to help.

A Senegalese Lesson Well Learned

April 17, 2010

Lonely Planet can sometimes be an optimistic bunch! For I suppose it’s best for bringing tourism to a location, although I’m sorry that I can’t necessarily be as optimistic when it comes to Dakar, Senegal!

For the Senegalese capital boasts some of the best West African arts and culture . . . color, dress, and music, and much more. The Muslim dominated culture dresses very elegantly, simply, and colorfully, and the men look oh so cool in long robes, sunglasses, and “hats”. The paintings, fabrics, and other various arts are abundant and the artists sell them hard in the streets. The Orange mobile company monopolizes the market and seems to have thousands of boys working for them, as there are several boys selling the credit scratch-off cards on every street corner. It’s a tough, selling society with endless competition, thereby making one sell harder and faster than his brother. Everything is for sale on the streets, one never even has to enter inside a store. Though for the unsuspecting visitor to center city Dakar, the in-your-face selling culture can quickly smother and turn one off to the city. I, for one, fell victim and found myself strongly disliking the city and looking to exit as quickly as possible!

Fortunately, I found solace and friendship when traveling to the beautiful UNESCO World Heritage island of Gorée where I met Leia. A native to Dakar, though living abroad now for many years, Leia guided me in the ways of Dakar and the key tactic of avoiding eye contact with the sellers. She also informed me that the street I had spending much time on was the hardest of all streets and one she never steps foot on! It began to make sense why one of the men I had met days before kept saying how he was impressed by my courage in being there . . . doh! Meanwhile, Leia became a close friend and introduced me to other great people on Gorée and on the following day, the island of N’Gor.

Gorée, only a short ferry ride away, is a wonderfully pleasant change from Dakar. Devoid of the strong selling culture (that the Senegalese are known for throughout all of Africa), one can walk freely, enjoying the vibrant island architecture and fine-art painting-lined sidewalks. Edu, an elder Gorée native and painter, and friend of Leia, lives in one of the greatest spots on the island with a small balcony overlooking the endless sea. It was a very nice day spent with new friends, eating island specialties, sipping espresso, listening to music, and watching the local boys play futbol in the sand.

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N’Gor was much of the same island relaxation where we made other new friends… this day a kind Dane man who owned a surf camp on a wonderful white stone property where Leia and I were invited for a great candlelit dinner with he and his American camper. Following, the short boat ride back to the mainland was intriguing in the darkness, although the rat-attack as I sat on the rocks to put my sneakers back on wasn’t quite as pleasant, ha! A good friend sees the rats and quickly, but calmly, spurts “I have to go” and walks away down the beach without uttering a word as to the reason. Thanks Leia, I’ve got this one! ; P

View from N'Gor back to the mainland

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And well . . . I could go on for some time, but without photos it won’t impress quite the same. What else? I switched accommodations a second time, to a quaint hotel with a great historic French courtyard with palms where I kicked ass in WWIII against the cockroaches. I found a new private beach where I relaxed one afternoon with the locals and a nice French woman, as they played acoustic guitars and sang, the waves crashed in, and the youths took to athletic training in late-day. And another day, I relaxed by the pool at the 5-star Pullman hotel and resort. So I suppose all in all, time spent outside the center city was time well spent!

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And in the end, after understanding this crazy city, I chalked it up to a wonderful experience, even if I’m not necessarily in a rush to head back. Dakar was actually the first foreign city I’ve traveled to in recent years and didn’t photograph. Not necessarily as much of a safety issue as much as I simply didn’t desire the further attention it would draw . . . I didn’t have such energy or patience . . . I’d opt for the Maasai flies any day! ;)

Defender through Maasai Mara!

April 17, 2010

After wrapping up some five weeks volunteering with ICROSS, I grabbed Edward and we headed southwest of Nairobi to the beautiful lush green lands of the Maasai Mara National Reserve. After a long day of rough, though interesting transportation, we arrived at our campsite with super-sized permanent tents and a chef who would spoil us over the next three days.

The expansive plains and rolling hills would soon become our playground with safari leader, Manchau, leading us through his family’s lands in his elder tank-like Land Rover Defender. The animals were aplenty and kept us on our toes (even inside the truck!), the magnificent trees and selective light highlighted the landscape, and the storm clouds brought a wonderful definition and excitement to the sky.

Into the Mara...

Into the Mara...

Buffalo romanticism

Buffalo romanticism

Mother and son

Mother and son

Who's who in the bush?

Who's who in the bush?

Must get heavy to carry a trunk around all day...

Must get heavy to carry a trunk around all day...

Headbutt  ;-)

Headbutt ;-)

... and what are YOU lookin at?!

... and what are YOU lookin at?!

Brothers

Brothers

One for all, all for one

One for all, all for one

Goodnight Edward...

Goodnight Edward...

Note: For anyone interested in visiting the Maasai Mara, and/or other African national parks, I would suggest booking once in the respective country . . . it could save you considerable money! And if headed to Maasai Mara, I will gladly pass along my contacts for a great visit and stay!