02/09/2024
The Dutch historian Johan Huizinga referred to human beings as Homo Ludens, “man the player.” Well, there is no higher form of play than the discovery of new knowledge or new places, using an ethos of childlike wonder.
In the past four days, I journeyed through an island that feels like a secret whispered by the Atlantic—compact yet bursting with life, where the weather can’t seem to make up its mind. One moment, I was drenched in tropical rains; the next, I was sun-drenched and dry, with the temperature swinging as wildly as the landscape.
Steep volcanic mountains rise like ancient sentinels, carving out lush, green valleys and deep, mysterious canyons. Here, everything grows: sugarcane, corn, papayas, mangoes, and a bounty of other fruits and veggies. The land is in the hands of sturdy, friendly farmers who cultivate it with organic care.
Monte Gordo, the island's towering peak at 1312m, seems to pull the clouds from the sky, draping the land below in a mystical sea of mist. Beneath its shadow lies perhaps the most enchanting forest in all of Cabo Verde—an exotic, almost otherworldly paradise. But venture south, and you'll find yourself in a landscape straight out of Mars, where the dry, rugged terrain feels like another planet altogether.
From the mountain tops, the contrasts are stark and stunning: lush green on one side, red earth on the other, and all around, the dramatic coastline where the Atlantic crashes against steep cliffs with relentless fury.
Ancient paths led me to forgotten villages hidden in canyons, like Ribeira Funda, where time seems to have stood still. And in Tarrafal itself, the vibe was unbeatable—alive with energy, stories, and ambition. I met passionate farmers, open-minded guides and Europeans with big ambitious dreams as vast as the island's horizons.
São Nicolau was a perfect blend of natural beauty, rich culture, and warm, welcoming playfull people.
I will be back soon, ready to explore more of the island’s magic and make new memories. 😉