CAPE VERDE 2025: 3 weeks, 4 islands.
.The next day, a final early-morning flight to discover our 4th island: Sal.
.Part 4: Sal Island
The deal was for my girlfriend to relax (she’s way less resilient than I am 😄), so I’d planned a full week of lazing around in Santa Maria on Sal Island. To show you my boundless love, because that’s really not our usual style.

But after chatting with Lenny (his girlfriend lives on Sal), some online research, and especially that feeling of only scratching the surface of Santiago, we decided a few days ago: We’ll cut it to 4 nights here and 3 nights on Santiago before heading home. My lucky star was with me—I found a flight available on the perfect day for just 17 € extra per person.
And when I say my lucky star was shining, it’s because the moment we set foot on Sal—in the airport, actually—we didn’t like it...
First, because the crowd changed: English, German, Portuguese, French (lots of them)—we’d entered a different world! Where are the locals?
Next, because the currency changed: They’re barely interested in escudos here... Everything’s discussed and paid in €, with an exchange rate of 100 to 1, which is easy but wrong. Oh, and prices have skyrocketed too, though not enough—because everything here is designed for consumption...
Finally, as we’ll see later, if São Vicente was a pebble, then Sal is an island shaved by the wind and sand, where only resorts emerge. Okay, I’m exaggerating a little, but when you come here from the Paul Valley, it’s a shock!
A positive point? Yes—the residence I found, a peaceful haven amid the hustle of downtown. A small complex with a pool, facing the sea, a bit off the beaten path. The manager who welcomes us, a pure Cape Verdean, is super nice. Plus, there’s a bakery/tea salon on the ground floor that makes amazing croissants—so it’ll do!

So, 4 days of relaxation: reading, pool time, beach when the sea isn’t too rough, and walks along the shore. In the evenings, we’ll stroll through downtown—a wide pedestrian avenue lined with souvenir shops, touristy restaurants, and bars competing with decibels...


Even Césaria was fed up...


























