Cape Verde ferry CV Interilhas Kriola from Fogo to Santiago
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From The Land Of Fire To The Waters Of Hell

Our last post left us at the point of boarding the ferry from Sao Felipe on Fogo for a 4-hour crossing back to Praia, our enthusiasm a little dampened by the sight of a moody Atlantic threatening a less than joyful journey. The ferry has no outside deck, we have no choice but to take our seats indoors.

“I don’t like that boat”, our host had said as we were checking out of our room, “on days like today it’s a horrible journey and people can get sick”.

If that isn’t enough, the girl at one of the ticket checks at the port gives a disturbing little chuckle as she says “bon voyage”. This is already lacking in the feelgood factor department.

But nothing, absolutely nothing, prepares us for the hell that the next four hours becomes. By the time we’re thirty minutes into the journey, the island ferry has turned into the Vomit Comet, with multiple passengers falling ill with only an eighth of the crossing complete. The next few hours are terrible; the boat is filled with the sound of people vomiting into bags and the sight of staff running with mops and paper towels to clean up where someone missed the bag altogether.

Several passengers are so ill that they retch and retch until they weep in distress, unable to cope any longer. But there is nothing anyone can do, it’s not like they can stop the boat and let the most distressed ones off. The torture goes on. And on. I can see into the staff area from my seat: in the last hour of the nightmare, one staff member slumps on to a table and falls fast asleep, so exhausted is he by all he has had to deal with. The horrible scenes fill the whole journey and even as we dock at Praia there is barely a let up in the dreadful sounds of seasickness all around us. Remarkably, and with a large piece of good fortune, I don’t once feel ill, even with all that is going on around me, and I am one of very few passengers who make it through to Praia unscathed. Michaela, sadly, is not so lucky.

Mercifully, the wind which has caused the damage must be blowing in the right direction; we dock at Praia almost thirty minutes early. Small mercy maybe, but mercy nonetheless, and we’ll take it. 

It’s by a considerable margin the worst boat journey we’ve ever endured. I think it’ll be a while before we take on four hours of Atlantic voyage again.

Cape Verde ferry CV Interilhas Kriola from Fogo to Santiago

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