Part 1: Island of SANTIAGO
This time, I’ll try a geographical approach rather than a chronological one for this travel journal, though we’ll still go through the trip step by step.
After a 2-hour and 4.5-hour flight (plus a very quick 1.5-hour layover in Lisbon 😅), TAP will drop us off in Praia. The taxi arranged by our Airbnb host (15 €) will be on time, and by 3 PM, we’ll pick up the keys to our first accommodation for two nights, right in the historic center of the city.


View of the Plateau from my balcony ;)
I’d read here and there that Praia was meh, that we shouldn’t bother stopping there. But I had my first Cape Verdean shock there.
For some reason, I was expecting a Portuguese country. Our first steps in Praia left no doubt: we’re in Africa.
But not sub-Saharan or equatorial Africa—no, a Brazilian Africa. One that shouts, sings, smiles, and prays.
Praia is, I think, the heart of Cape Verde’s engine. It alone concentrates 30% of the country’s population, with over 140,000 souls.
I’d deliberately booked in the historic center, the *Plato*, which isn’t frequented much by tourists, at least not during our visit. But the two days we spent there, surrounded by a population that clearly isn’t rolling in money (to put it mildly), immediately gave us a sense of the realities of this country:
Life is tough here—structurally, economically, and in terms of healthcare. Power outages are routine, water supply disruptions are very common (there are water jugs under the sinks).
But Cape Verdeans will manage. They have no choice.
And they’ll do it with music... and a smile.

Once we sorted out the logistics—local cash (the Cape Verdean escudo, fixed exchange rate of 110 CVE to 1 € at banks, 100 to 1 € in shops) and a SIM card, plus a few odds and ends 🤪 my partner had forgotten in France, including her swimsuit 😅 (trust me, not the easiest thing to find here)—we acclimated the next day to the heat and hustle by wandering through the historic center, the municipal market in the morning, then the Sucupira market and Gamboa beach. We deliberately avoided the Achada district, which is much more “touristy,” to stay in the heart of the action.
For our first meals, we played it safe, skipping the many street vendors for more traditional restaurants and familiar dishes.

Municipal market
Don’t worry, we kicked off our first evening with the national drink, the *caipirinha*, on the terrace of a restaurant in the pedestrian zone, to the sounds of a bar singer skillfully performing *morna* and *coladeira* (typical music), which made us think:
*That’s it, vacation has started!*
Here, no *cachaça*—the national alcohol is *grogue*, made from sugarcane, and I’ll admit it flows freely... The energy and frenzy of the day calm down quickly in the evening; Cape Verdeans wake up and go to bed early. We did the same.
While I’m on the subject of pleasant surprises, a special mention for the coffee! Mostly locally produced and consumed, and as someone sensitive to its quality, I can tell this is the right place!
Last good surprise: though I’m not comfortable with Portuguese and even less familiar with the local Creole, many people here understand and speak French. First, because the school system taught it until recently (now mostly replaced by English), and also because the French community is significant in the Cape Verdean diaspora, which plays a crucial role in the country’s economy—but we’ll definitely come back to that later.

