We spent a delightfully relaxing few days exploring the remainder of island, whiling away hours as the boys retrieved items from the bottom of the pool – generally feeling satiated. We had no itinerary. No fixed plans. School wasn’t due to start for another week. Ed had his laptop and was able to work a few hours each day without interruption – save for the boys jumping on him and CV Telecom’s somewhat erratic 3G.
The following morning, somewhat reluctantly we packed up our bags and waved goodbye to Aaron and Ellen – promising to be back, and to spread the word about their awesome lodge.
The military operation we’d become accustomed to in order to have freedom of movement during covid kicked in. I joined the queue of Cabo Verdeans at Sao Felipe’s medical centre waiting my turn to present our passports in order to pre-pay for our covid-tests. Meanwhile, two streets away next to the pharmacy Katherine patiently waited with the boys in line. I met her just as she neared the front of the queue with our chits. Cotton buds unpleasantly rammed up noses far beyond what would be necessary to detect a virus – we then sprinted back across to Centro de Saude brandishing our negative tests, for them to then be signed as an official declaration by the doctor. All in all 7 people were involved in our effort to make it to the port for the midday sailing to Brava.