Sal island is mainly a beach resort with long stretches of white sand and a great selection of water sports to enjoy  Sal is really an island for beach lovers and night time entertainment .Most of the island’s sights and attractions can be seen in a few hours. Sal is the most developed of all the Cape Verde Islands in terms of tourism yet still has a very barren landscape. In the north of the island you will find a salt lake in an extinct volcano crater, an impressive sight. Marine life around the coast of Sal and the rest of the archipelago is high with countless species including flamboyant tropical fish, dolphins and turtles. By night,the main tourist area town offers a lively atmosphere with a good choice of bars and restaurants. Some beach front places to drink dine after dark.

Live music plays a huge part in Cape Verdean culture and is  most nights performed live in various bars clubs in Santa Maria  Cape verde has a strong musical culture a fusion of African Brazilian Latin Rhythm. There are a couple of clubs on Sal at present although this will increase as tourism grows further .Santa Maria is great both at night ,and during the day lazing on its beautiful stretch of beach offers good swimming conditions.

Many visitors come to Sal for the watersports. Sal’s long sandy beaches and turquoise water make a special place for water sports  enthusiasts. Sal has many locations for long walks along the coastline. Sal is considered to be amongst the world’s top five windsurfing locations with competitions held locally. Many  bright coloured sails dot about the ocean. Kite surfing, diving and deep-sea fishing are also very big on Sal. There are plenty of places to hire equipment, have lessons organise trips.

Tourism is increasing year on year with many new resorts being developed most recently in 2011 The Tortuga Beach resort operated by Melia Hotel group a stylish 5 star all inclusive resort,.The food  is of a high standard at  Melia Tortuga in my opinion better than some of Santa Maria’s finer restaurants .Spectacular sunsets  can be seen on Tortuga beach whilst sipping a cocktail weather.

Sal receives very little rainfall and if there is any rain at all, it will usually be during the ‘rainy’ season between August and October. Based on 30 year records, Sal receives an average of 33.6mm of rain in September (historically the wettest month) and 0.0mm precipitation in May (yes, 0.0!). In an entire year, rain occurs, on average, on just 10 days (compared to 33 in the Canaries and 145 in London!).

Water temperatures vary between about 20°C in the Winter and up to 27°C in the late summer.
Sal is the perfect place to unwind recharge the batteries all year round .

Music Festivals that take place on Sal:
Nossa Sra. De Piedade(Our Lady of Pity) 15th August – Mass, processions, swimming contests and music festival on beach with local musicians.
Santa Maria Festival (Municipality Day) 15th September – Music festival.
Sal Carnival

To my subscribers : obviously this video is not about airsoft, but scuba diving, which is one of my other hobby (because yes, unlike popular belief, my whole life does not turn around airsoft only). I’m a CMAS ** diver (plongeur niveau II in french).

Therefore you may not be interested in this video, which is indeed very long and, I have to say, pretty boring. I guess. I like the video, it makes a nice souvenir to me, but I guess it’s a bit slow and long ^^

I’ve been diving in Cape Verde during the first half of september. Cape Verde is an island country, spanning an archipelago of 10 islands located in the central Atlantic Ocean, 570 kilometres off the coast of Western Africa (thank you Wikipedia). On this particular dive, I was in Santa Maria, the major city of Sal, the island in the north east of Cape Verde.

There is 2 points for this video :

– To show a nice wreck dive in a nice dive spot in Cape Verde.

– To show the performances of an “out of the box” HD GoPro camera under water. I’m using nothing but the camera, the waterproof case and the head bang. I have not buy any other accessorie. The camera is placed on my front head, just on the top of my diving mask (you can see me putting off my mask at the end of the video).

As you can see the image is very blue, and a bit blurred. But honestly I’m very surprised, I think the image is really not that bad. The maximum depth of the diving was 38 meters.

I’m using the R4 mode in this video, which provides the largest and widest view. Which explains the black bars on the left and on the right of the video.

Cape Verde Considered Ideal Vacation Destination for Families

05 September 2011

The fourth issue of the magazine published by Portuguese travel company Soltrópico identifies Cape Verde as an ideal destination for vacationing families, “for the safe, warm, endless beaches of the islands of Boa Vista and Sal.”

The latest issue of the magazine went into circulation on September 1, but for those who have not yet the opportunity to see it, A Semana Online reveals one of the articles about Cape Verde included in it, with the suggestive title “Cape Verde: a children’s paradise,” written by Patrícia Serrado. In the article, the reporter says that “the beaches are lovely and security is high. We are talking about the islands of Boa Vista and Sal, in Cape Verde.” She also refers to the “pleasant temperatures” and the “uniquely kind” local population, which make the islands “the right choice for those wishing to vacation with the whole family.”

In order to further whet prospective tourists’ appetites, the magazine details the attractions of each of the two islands. For example, with regards to Boa Vista, readers learn that it has “endless beaches, sun on a daily basis, a turquoise sea, warm water and a great deal of space for kids to let out all their adrenaline.” She also challenges families to take their children to see the city of Sal-Rei, as well as Rabil, Povoação Velha and the Viana desert, as well as the Santa Mónica, Chaves, Lacacão and Curral Velho beaches.

The magazine also suggests a longer, eight-day visit including the islands of São Vicente, Santo Antão and Santiago, and visits to the main tourist attractions on the latter – Cidade Velha, the São Filipe Fort and Tarrafal.

Source: http://asemana.sapo.cv/spip.php?article68188&ak=1

By Bob Maddams, This is Travel — 24 November 2006

As I walked along the beach, waves that could have rolled over all the way from Bondi crashed with a thunderous roar.

Up ahead stood a promontory of rock that jutted out into the endless blue of the Atlantic Ocean. When I looked back mine were the only footprints in the sand, and gazing out to sea nothing stood between me and Brazil a couple of thousand miles away.

It made me think that if Robinson Crusoe was alive and well and back in England living somewhere in the suburbs, then this is probably where he’d come on holiday. I was on the island of Sal, the largest of the Cape Verde islands. There are ten islands all together and they lie in a cluster south of the Canaries and west of Senegal.

Direct flights between Sal and Manchester and Gatwick have only recently started operating, promising to put the Cape Verde islands on the holiday map like never before. So, what can you expect when you get there? The islands are all very different. Sal has mile after mile of white sand beaches and is where you’ll find the largest concentration of international hotels.

The government, aware that they’re on to a good thing by protecting the natural beauty of the environment, have laid down strict rules about tourism development, which means that the hotels and resorts blend into the landscape rather than dominate it.

Even the Club Hotel Riu Funana, which was huge, somehow managed to resemble a low-rise Moroccan casbah. Popular with families, the price included all meals, drinks, lots of different activities and lively evening entertainment, which usually took the form of singing and dancing and was performed by the local staff. What the shows may have lacked in sophistication was more than compensated for by the performers’ enthusiasm. The only time I couldn’t get a drink was during the finale when the bar staff disappeared on stage to join assorted chambermaids and gardeners, all dressed in colourful local costumes and strutting their Afro-Brazilian stuff.

By way of a complete contrast, Mindelo, the capital of the island of Sao Vicente, was all colonial architecture, peeling plaster and laid back locals. It was a half-hour flight to Sao Vicente in one of those planes where the wings extend over the cabin rather than under it.

In the Municipal Mercado, a two storey public market built in colonial style by the Portuguese, local women sold tropical fruits from baskets and were happy to break off from their haggling to flash toothy grins at us and offer us a taste of their wares.

Meanwhile, their men folk perched on stools in shady doorways, or lingered over a glass of the local rum-based grog in one of the dozens of small bars and cafes that marked the street corners. Watching a pair of them over a cold beer play chequers I half expected Ernest Hemingway to walk in at any moment. At night, the main square was a magnet for the young and old alike, while down by the harbour Mindelo pulsed to a different beat. Cape Verde has a musical tradition all its own; part samba, part salsa, part tribal African, and its greatest exponent is the Diva, Cesaria Evora. She was born in Mindelo and her crooning voice, which sounded like it had been soaked in molasses, could be heard in every bar and club. From Mindelo it was a short ferry hop to the neighbouring island of Santo Antao. Largely uninhabited, craggy, mountainous and green, we drove along narrow, winding, brick roads into a landscape of dormant volcanic craters, villages of stone built cottages and almost Alpine waterfalls.

At Pedracin village we stopped for a lunch of succulent, fresh-caught tuna steaks, and local vegetables which included breadfruit. Lunch was served on a terrace overlooking plunging hillsides of tropical trees and flowers that could easily have doubled for Madiera.

For a serious “get away from it all” experience a small number of cottages had had been fitted out as comfortable double rooms with en-suite bathrooms and TV, not that I for one would have been able to drag my eyes away from the view. I found the Cape Verde islands to be a real mixture, and that extended to the people themselves, who to varying degrees all have African, Brazilian and Portuguese blood coursing through their veins.

The islands boast year round sunshine, friendly locals, beautiful scenery that ranges from deserts to tropical, and countless miles of unspoilt beaches, making them a genuinely new and different holiday destination.

Just don’t be surprised if you catch the odd glimpse of a lone figure with a palm frond for a hat. That’ll be Mr. Crusoe, and he’s come to get away from it all.

Travel facts

Bob Maddams travelled to the Cape Verde islands with Holiday Options, who offers 6 of the 10 Cape Verde islands.

7 nights at the 5 star Riu Funana on Sal from £765 all inclusive basis and 7 nights at the 4 star Hotel Foya Branca on Sao Vicente from £795 half board. All include return flights from Gatwick or Manchester and transfers. Island hopping and excursions available.

Holiday Options 0870 4208372, www.holidayoptions.co.uk
Source: http://www.dailymail.co.uk/travel/holidaytypeshub/article-595318/Cape-Escape.html

By John Carter, The Mail On Sunday — 25 May 2007

Taking me on a sightseeing tour of Salt island, Romina Carneiro explained why the town near the airport is called Asparagus. ‘Espargos is a small town but it is the biggest town we have,’ she said. ‘It is named after the asparagus that grows there. It is not real asparagus. It looks like asparagus but you will be very ill if you eat it. We call it the Devil’s Asparagus.’

It was rather a surreal introduction but the fascinating Cape Verde Islands are a surreal sort of place. Just when you think you’ve got a handle on them, just as they begin to fall into place, reminding you, perhaps, of similar destinations, something weird crops up. Take Sal (Salt) island which, on first acquaintance, promised to be the most unappealing place I have ever visited.

The flight from Lisbon, scheduled to arrive at ten minutes to midnight, was a little early. Romina met me and drove me to the hotel through what looked like an endless landfill site, promising to collect me next day for a proper look at the place.

I figured this would not take long. Sal island is about 19 miles long by eight miles at its widest. The ambitiously named Monte Grande is its highest point at 1,332ft.

It has no valleys, no vegetation and even the locally produced tourist pamphlets cannot avoid words such as ‘desert’, ‘barren’ and ‘arid’.

‘This must be the only place on Earth that doesn’t have any scenery,’ I mused, as Romina drove towards an extinct volcano. She wanted to show me the derelict salt pans in its crater, which is as good as it gets on Sal’s sightseeing circuit.

So why on Earth would you bother to go there for a holiday? Come to that, why are apartments selling like hot cakes? And why are property developers looking so pleased with themselves?

The answer lies in the far south of the island and the village of Santa Maria das Dores – or, rather, the magnificent beach of fine sand that runs almost as far as the eye can see around the shoreline of its bay.

This is where the hotels are, and the bathing, sailing, scuba-diving, windsurfing and fishing. And this is where the tourists settle after their 25-minute drive from the airport along the smart, new, wide road.

The village itself has a faded charm – the sort of place that should have tumbleweed blowing through its empty streets.

Holidaymakers who venture there to browse through the souvenir shops discover that most ‘local’ arts and crafts are from West Africa, the great land mass to the east of these Atlantic islands settled by the Portuguese in the 15th Century and happily independent since 1975. I was staying at the Riu Funana, an all inclusive hotel of the type springing up throughout the holidaymaking world. Normally I object to staying in an airconditioned ghetto but on Sal it is a more than acceptable option.

The crenellated walls, rounded towers and spires of its main buildings have a Moorish air about them, while those close to the beach near a very large swimming pool have high thatched roofs, in the African fashion.

Although it was filled to its 1,200-guest capacity, it did not seem so. There were empty tables in the self-service restaurants, and the cheerful girls who served coffee and tea and cleared away the dishes did not appear to be run off their Capeverdean feet.

The guests were mainly German, with some French and Belgians and a lot of Portuguese. A small group of Americans caught my attention but they turned out not to be on holiday. They were meteorologists, on Sal to study weather patterns. ‘You see,’ explained one, ‘it’s around these islands that the hurricanes get their start. And after Katrina we’re anxious to know all we can about them.’

Next morning I flew to Santiago island but the plane was late leaving because they had to load a man on a stretcher into the forward freight compartment and the luggage kept toppling on to the tarmac. (How’s that for surreal?)

The flight took about 40 minutes, but, as no one had remembered to ask for an ambulance and paramedics to meet the plane and unload the stretcher man, we waited an hour for the suitcases to show.

They couldn’t work around him, you see. Flying between the islands on Cabo Verde Airlines is not for sticklers for punctuality or the finer points of civil aviation procedures.

Islanders cannot make a journey without, apparently, taking all their worldly goods packed into bulging bags and boxes.

The 44lb luggage allowance is a basis for negotiation rather than a hard and fast rule, which can be disturbing when you realise you are going to be travelling with all that excess weight in a 42-seater turboprop.

At one check-in, the man ahead of me had, in addition to two huge bags, a pair of truck tyres.

As bags and tyres were tagged and sent on their way, I recalled my departure from Heathrow a few days earlier, where the tiniest of bags had to be passed through a measuring gauge in a general atmosphere of barely suppressed rage and hysteria.

‘Cape Verde – no stress,’ local folk say with a smile if they think a visitor is beginning to show signs of strain. To get the best from the islands, which more or less share the same latitude with those in the Caribbean, you must relax into their frame of mind.

I was relaxed enough later that morning when I walked along Banana Street in Cidade Velha, once the capital of this, the largest of the islands.

You can’t help feeling sorry for Cidade Velha because it struggled to retain its little share of glory through the 16th and 17th Centuries, despite being vulnerable to attacks by pirates and assorted freebooters – among them our own Francis Drake in 1585.

After he left, the Fortress of Sao Felipe was built and a cathedral, begun in 1556, was completed in 1693. They stand there still, ruined and forlorn, because the people of Cidade Velha gave up the struggle and built a new capital farther along the coast.

It was back to surreality when I finally reached that night’s hotel, the Quinta da Montanha, high in the Rui Vaz mountains.

The Quinta da Montanha is a very simple establishment and I was its only guest. Moreover its owner, Lindorfo Olivio Marques Ortet,was about to leave for Praia, the island’s capital, to attend a wedding feast.

‘My staff will look after you,’ he said, waving in the direction of three smiling young girls. ‘But I must go to this party, as today is also my birthday.’

The driver, who spoke a little English, then said it was his birthday too. Clearly, a celebratory beer was in order. However, the lady guide I had collected on my arrival was a staunch member of the Nazarene Church and had delivered several homilies on the evils of drink during the course of a long, hot day.

She sat glowering at us as glasses were raised in birthday toasts. Under such circumstances a second beer was not merely in order. It was mandatory.

The ten-bedroom Quinta da Montanha is a perfect getaway from urban pressures. Lush mountain scenery stretches away in every direction and the air is as pure and fresh as you could wish for. As you relax on its broad veranda, it is hard to believe it is a mere 15 miles from Praia.

The islands of Sao Vicente and Santo Antao were also on my itinerary. As far as the first is concerned, the city of Mindelo is its main attraction. Once an important refuelling station for ships heading to and from South America and southern Africa, today it greets the occasional cruise ship. Though busy, its harbour, like the city itself, has known more prosperous times.

Apart from ‘tanquiu’ meaning ‘thank you’ and ‘ovacote’ meaning ‘overcoat’ in the Creole language, Sao Vicente’s contribution to the surreal side of my trip was the fact that a thriving cricket team exists in Mindelo – a legacy, like those words, of British influence in the 19th Century. An early-morning ferry took me from Mindelo to the island of Santo Antao. In a little under an hour we were tying up to the quayside at Porto Novo.

This island provided the high spot of my trip. Plucked from the bustling quayside crowd, I was ushered into a smart four-wheel-drive land cruiser and driven north into spectacular mountain scenery.

As we began negotiating the twisting, steepening road, I noticed a blue plastic crucifix and a tiny model of the Eiffel Tower hanging from the driver’s mirror.

I assumed this meant he was putting our lives equally into the hands of God and President Chirac, but thought it best to make no comment.

Seen from the Estrada de Corda, a 22-mile road built in the Sixties, the landscape is stunning. We paused frequently on our way to Ribeira Grande so I could take photographs.

Steep valleys, wooded slopes plunging down from the roadside, views across to high, rugged mountains… the northern part of Santo Antao provided some of the most breathtakingly memorable scenery I have encountered in all my travels.

After the ferry had returned to Mindelo, I asked a man with impressive epaulettes to solve a mystery for me.

I explained that though I had never been to the islands before, the ferry – Mar D’Canal – seemed strangely familiar.

‘She used to be called Volcan de Tindaya and operated in the Canary Islands,’ her captain replied. ‘That is where you may have travelled on her.’

So, a small mystery was solved. But others remain.

Do flies die when they see their magnified reflections in waterfilled plastic bags? (That was why such bags are hung around the dining area at Quinta da Montanha, I was assured.)

Does the term ‘trading post’ come from the stone pillars to which slaves were shackled on auction days? (That’s what the Nazarene lady told me in Cidade Velha.)

When Charles Darwin visited these islands, did he really liken them to the Seychelles? (This was told to me when I happened to make the same connection.)

Did the people of Sal choose a soccer stadium rather than a hospital when asked what crucial amenity their island lacked?

Is the unrestricted entry of Senegalese on to the islands merely a way of ensuring plenty of watch and sunglasses pedlars on the beaches? Is the rainy season on Sal really ‘one afternoon in August, if we’re lucky’? And what happened to the stretcher case in the forward luggage compartment?

There’s nothing for it. To get some answers I shall have to return to the faintly surreal world of the Cape Verde Islands.

Travel Facts

Holiday Options (0870 420 8372, www.holidayoptions.co.uk) offers seven nights in Cape Verde from £549 at the four-star Hotel Odjo d’Agua on Sal.

Island hopping (three islands) from £1,365 for a week. Prices include return flights from Gatwick or Manchester, transfers and B&B accommodation (island-hopping includes inter-island flights and four additional meals).

Source: http://www.dailymail.co.uk/travel/holidaytypeshub/article-595293/A-surreal-deal-Cape-Verde.html

By JENNY COAD — 28th August 2010

Bounding across the bleak desert in a truck with heavy metal music blaring from the cabin is not quite how I imagined a holiday in Cape Verde. That the band is called Cradle of Filth doesn’t immediately endear me to these curious islands off the west coast of Africa that have been dubbed the new Caribbean.

But after a day exploring the island of Boa Vista, I realise that the searing beaches could give Barbados a run for its money and that almost everyone drives macho trucks with blacked out windows and fur-lined dashboards.

Our heavy metal-loving driver is called Dada. He’s a sociable chap and is quick to tell us that we have chosen the wrong itinerary.

My sister Felicity and I are spending four nights here and three on Sal, which have similarly stark climates.

There are ten islands in this archipelago sitting in the middle of the Atlantic, hundreds of miles west of Senegal.

The more northerly Santo Antao and Sao Vicente, for example, are verdant with lush, fertile landscape, without the awesome beaches, but with mountains, canyons and ravines instead.

The Parque Das Dunas hotel on Boa Vista is deserted, save for a couple of Italians, us and our new equally bewildered friends from Norwich.

But we are perfectly placed for the beach, which stretches long into the distance in both directions.

Looking north, our view is broken by a red brick funnel, the remains of what used to be a brick-making factory. The heavy machinery is still in place, half-buried by the encroaching dunes.

Half-finished and in some cases simply abandoned buildings are something of a theme.

Not so the cars, which gleam. Dada seems to know most people on the island (the population is only 6,000) and waves at everyone we pass on our tour of the interior and west and south coasts.

There are thousands of holidaymakers on the island – 70,000 British arrive each year – but we see few of them around and about.

The large hotels cater for package tourists and provide every amenity imaginable to keep customers happy and in situ.

This is a shame because the viewing spots range between the starkly beautiful to the unusual. Rabil, the old capital of Boa Vista, overlooks an expanse of island and tired palm trees on one side, the town’s rubbish dump on the other.

Children kick about an empty water bottle in the street and ask us for ‘agua’. Fresh water is scarce. There’s a de-salination plant and water is transported by road to the smaller villages. The goats settle for the well.

The interior is sparse with reddish earth, scrub and twisters whipping up a fuss.

We rock about in the back, getting coated in orange dust (which takes three showers to shake off) through softly coloured landscape.

A huddle of palm trees signifies the island oasis. It’s a plot of land where maize and courgettes are teased into life and a cattle market is in full swing.

But the real relief comes with the sea. We pass a ruined fishing village, emptied 70 years ago, and crunch across coral befor e reaching the shore. Waves crash and roll on to empty sand.

It’s bleached a blistering white – after all, these islands are a marine extension of the Sahara desert battered by wind, wave and sand.

Further south, the loggerhead turtles nest. Such is their importance, they are guarded by a uniformed army who patrol the beaches by night. They used to be killed for meat.

Fishing is a traditional craft, the mainstay of a good meal and the life and soul of the capital Sal Rei.

On a morning visit there, we watch brilliantly clad women chatting over buckets full of fish.

It’s a welcome splash of colour in an otherwise rubbly and unloved town. There aren’t many tourist attractions, but there is a tiny museum with a relaxed policy towards the island’s treasures. You can touch or pick up whatever you fancy.

Santa Maria beach, a short drive away, is an off-road trip and well worth the jarring journey.

The beach is blinding. The rocks are sharp and the sea splashes and froths against the black, rusting ribs of a ship wrecked here in the Sixties. Except for the crabs, there is no one else on the beach.

The coastline is littered with similar carcasses. The rock contains iron ore, which sends ship’s compasses spinning and leaves them stranded on coral frustratingly close to land. Much of the diving off the island takes in the wrecks.

Watersports are more established on Sal, the island of salt and the second element to our trip. It’s only an 11-minute flight from Boa Vista, but you can’t see one from the other.

Despite Dada’s disapproval, we find Sal a pleasing contrast. It has several wonderful ice cream parlours for a start.

Sal was the first Cape Verdian island to have an airport and during World War II, Mussolini was granted landing rights.

Some Italians stayed, so authentic pizza and ice cream are easy to come by, particularly in Santa Maria, the attractive beachside town where we are staying. Most of Sal’s 25,000-strong population live here or in Espargus, the capital.

Like Boa Vista, the island is dry and undergoing development. But there is more life on the beach and far more people in our hotel, the Morabeza.

The jetty throngs with tourists and fisherman, and the sand is a platform for islanders practising back-flips and somersaults.

Pretty boats bob on the water and jetskis skid out among them.

Sal is better set up for socialising. The Morabeza has an excellent bar with punchy caipirinhas in happy hour. It’s smart casual and the British guests – a tribe of teenage girls en famille – are scrubbed up and rosy for the occasion.

A short walk away are enough restaurants and bars to satisfy anyone fed up with a fish diet.

Unlike Boa Vista, where wildlife is a draw, on Sal it’s nonexistent. Exploring the island, our guide tells us we’re on a ‘Sal-fari’ where you are guaranteed to see no animals – not even a snake.

The only things to survive quite happily here are tennis ball-sized yellow melons. And the dogs.

Sal used to produce salt – 13,000 tonnes a year in the mid-1900s. Pedra De Lume, a 19th-century refinery, remains open only for tourists. The mine equipment is rusting gracefully and you can float peacefully in the salty and somewhat smelly lake.

Tourism is big business on both islands and Cape Verdeans welcome visitors with open arms. As Dada tells us: ‘Before, we had nothing to do.’

The British journalist Archibald Lyall noted the same problem when he wrote of Santa Maria in 1936: ‘There is no vegetation and nothing to do but steel oneself against the unceasing wind which blows the sand into food and throat and clothes.

‘At night, when the red-eyed people retire to their shuttered, oil-lit houses, the great white crabs come out of the sea and march through the streets like a regiment of soldiers.’

I see no crabs patrolling the streets – but they continue to man the beaches. The islands of Sal and Boa Vista are developing apace. Let’s hope they can do so without compromising their natural attraction.

Travel Facts

Cape Verde Experience has seven nights B&B at the Parque das Dunas Hotel in Boa Vista from £699 pp. Seven nights at the Hotel Morabeza on Sal (with breakfast and three evening meals) starts from £918 pp.

Prices include flights, taxes (including visas) and transfers. There is a choice of island-hopping itineraries (0845 330 2071, www.capeverdeexperience.co.uk).

Source: http://www.dailymail.co.uk/travel/article-1306966/Cape-Verde-All-adrift-Atlantic.html

TUESDAY 08 MARCH 2011

Say you’re going on holiday to Cape Verde, and the answer will most likely be “where?” – but that may not be the case for much longer.

by Philippa Clarke, Daily Mirror 12/11/2011