The Call of the Dunes

The sun was barely peeking over the horizon as I found myself standing outside the security barrier of Riu Karamboa, waiting for the adventure that lay ahead. The air was warm, a stark contrast to the biting cold of the polar regions I was accustomed to. As the last group joined us, we set off on the Combi Relax Tour to explore the raw beauty of Boa Vista.

Our first destination was the mesmerizing dune landscape of Morre dareia. The vast expanse of sand stretched out before us, a golden sea under the morning sun. It was here that I tried my hand at sandboarding, a thrilling experience that reminded me of the adrenaline rush I felt when navigating the icy slopes of the Arctic. The view over the bay of Chaves was breathtaking, a reminder of nature’s unyielding beauty.

As we continued our journey along the west coast, we arrived at Varandinha beach. The limestone caves here were a sight to behold, their ancient formations whispering tales of time gone by. It was a place that resonated with me, much like the silent glaciers of the polar regions, both holding secrets of the earth’s history.

The Heart of Boa Vista

Our journey took us further south to the stunning Santa Monica beach. The endless stretch of sand was unlike anything I had ever seen, even in my travels across the world’s most remote landscapes. Here, we paused for a longer stop, allowing us to swim in the azure waters and bask in the sun. The tranquility of the beach was a stark contrast to the harsh environments I often find myself in, yet it was equally captivating.

Next, we visited the pottery school in Rabil. The craftsmanship on display was remarkable, each piece telling a story of the island’s rich cultural heritage. I was reminded of the Inuit art I had encountered during my time in the Arctic, both reflecting the deep connection between the people and their environment. Though there was an opportunity to purchase souvenirs, there was no pressure, allowing us to appreciate the art for what it was.

Our journey continued to the shipwreck of Cabo Santa Maria, a haunting reminder of the ocean’s power. The rusting hull, slowly being reclaimed by the sea, was a poignant sight, much like the abandoned research stations I had come across in the polar regions. It was a testament to the relentless forces of nature, a theme that resonates deeply with me.

A Taste of Local Life

Our final stop was the capital city of Sal Rei. Here, we were given the freedom to explore at our own pace. My wife and I chose to relax at a local café, sipping on drinks as we watched the world go by. The vibrant atmosphere of the city was infectious, a lively contrast to the solitude of the polar landscapes I often write about.

Lunch was served at Perola de Chaves, a local restaurant with a breathtaking view of the coast. The meal was a delightful fusion of flavors, a culinary journey that mirrored the diverse experiences of the day. It was so impressive that we returned on our final night for one of their themed evenings, a fitting end to our adventure.

As the day drew to a close, I reflected on the journey we had undertaken. The Combi Relax Tour had offered a glimpse into the heart of Boa Vista, a land of contrasts and beauty. It was a reminder that, whether in the icy expanses of the Arctic or the sun-drenched beaches of Cape Verde, the world is full of wonders waiting to be discovered.