The worse you get, the better it has to be. I think - and am right: The Cape Verde island of Maio is a paradise where time is almost at a standstill.
There are places where you arrive and know you have found a new home. For me, Santo Antão in Cape Verde becomes such a place.
Cape Verde, disappearing little islands in the Atlantic, somewhere in front of the African continent. But even the island of Santiago is full of surprises.
Vacation, rest, sleep. And puff cake! But I would be far ahead if sleeping would be introduced as a special Olympic discipline. But that was not to be thought of in Cape Verde and so I was feeling awake all the time. For reasons. That, however, gave me the opportunity to deepen my acquaintance with this early bird, and he took me to a world I rarely have access to.
Rocking for hours in a small boat on the Atlantic to fish? I probably would not have come to the idea soberly. Because I can not swim very well, nor have I ever had a fishing rod in my hand. When I realized what I had got carried away, I thought: Damn! But I could not get out of the number anymore.
It's a hot and quiet Sunday afternoon in this African port city. Between two rows of houses, some children kick against a worn leather ball. An old woman sits in a doorway and looks dozing on the street, some dogs and cats have searched for shady spots and breathe heavily ...