We
all fell in love with the tropical island Nosy Komba we visited in October 2012. If only the trip there wouldn't be so much hassle!
Then some Portuguese expat mentioned São Tomé and Príncipe. Honestly, I've never even heard about this
country!
I looked it up on the internet and got interested. These islands are located in
the Atlantic Ocean off the coast of West Africa, reachable via only two hours
direct flight from Luanda! This could be
a possible alternative for a tropical island trip, beach for the men and
mountains for me!
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I've already written about the visa challenge.
Also our car refused to start when we needed to leave for the airport. |
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| This was our first trip with Angola Airlines. The flight was a couple of hours delayed but nothing really disturbing. What I really hated was the loud music played during the flight! But here in Africa this is something everyone loves: Music as loud as possible! |
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I would lie if I say we were excited about our first week accommodation. There was a road between the lodge and the beach, the main road of the island!
Even though there are not so many on the island the passing cars, motors and trucks spew out fumes the same way like in Luanda. Also Maarten already arrived with a cold when we arrived and I got it from him. I felt awful! |
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| However we tried to make the best of it. We did some trips to explore the direct surroundings but it wasn't much different to what we used to in Luanda. Again a lot of garbage! |
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| Toy car made out of plastic bottle and tin cans. |
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| We were the only non locals on the beach. |
One day we hired a guide with a car who took us down to the south of the São Tomé island. What a difference compared to the dusty city!
The countryside was much nicer! Well, it's usually that way.
Luscious green of the thick forest, many rivers, sandy beaches and the blue and white of the ocean.
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| Women washed clothes in the river and spread them to dry across the stones along. |
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first stop alone the way: Boca do Inferno/ Hell's Mouth. A rock formation on
the coast, a dangerous place to be. Probably the oldest tourist attraction as it was already visited in
the colonial time. The legend says that
whenever the colonial plantation owner wanted to visit Portugal he only needed
to jump to the hole on his horse.
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A boy showing how to ride his handmade wooden go-kart.
Driving South we encountered many children riding their wooden vehicles, go-karts or bikes down the road. |
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an hour drive south of the capital on a hill overlooking the fishermen village
of São João dos Angolares there is this atmospheric place Roça São João Angolares. Roças are the coffee and cocoa plantations from
the past Portuguese times. The former administrator house became an unique hotel.
The views from its vast veranda and numerous terraces were stunning and all the
rooms, every different, had a bit mysterious character. |
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Homemade
jams, fresh fruits and vegetables and herbs, outdoor fire pit.
A magical place. |
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São João dos Angolares: It is
believed that the town is named for the Angolan slaves who settled here in the
16th century after their ship was wrecked.
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The
fateful moment: Marcos, our guide stopped the car by a group of cheerful people
carrying buckets of white fluid. They draw sweet juice from the tops of palm
trees which through fermentation in the open air becomes palm-wine. Marcos bought
a full jar and ordered us to drink it. Maarten and I only smelled it. It
smelled very sour. Seeing the fingers of the locals inside of the jar seemed alarming
to me considering that we used only bottled water to brush our teeth.
Rob maybe didn't want to offend them and
took a swig. Ask him how he felt the coming days!
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| PicoCão Grande monolith in the background. |
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| Porto Alegre: Portuguese buildings are often left unoccupied because most horrifying things have happened here in the past. |
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| Porto Alegre: drying fish in the sun. |
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Praia Inhame, a beach at the equator: we stopped here for lunch. We were the only guests and had to wait for more than one hour, but the freshly cought fish was delicious.
Over the lunch we had a lively discussion with Marcos, talking about history, politics but also about São Tomean polygyny, for him the most common matter. |
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end of week one: A bumpy road took us to the Jardim Botânico of Bom Sucesso. This wasn't the right time to admire their
orchids collection but the guide was very knowledgeable explaining the native
trees' medicinal qualities. |
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Here in the mountains it was chilly, wet and foggy.
We took a trail leading through the vegetable fields all way up to the Lagoa Amélia.
The forest was dark and mysterious and the climb was quite exhausting, maybe
because all the three of us still weren't quite yet healthy.
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| Through the foggy rainforest with giang begonias, hollow sounds, squeaking birds, smell of ylang ylang... |
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Lake Amelia doesn't really look like a lake. it's completely overgrown by spongy grass. In the lake there were several pipes stuck into the ground. When you pulled it out you could see that there is a lot of water under the vegetation we were standing on.
Marcos told us about the legend that a Portuguese girl named Amelia drowned here together with her horse. They never found her. This story added some extra mystery to this place, especially for Maarten. |
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| Two days later we boarded a small two propeller plane that brought us 140 km North East to the even greener island of Principe. |
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| The noise in the machine was bad but the views from the air were spectacular. |
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This was our own slice of paradise for one week. The resort is located in the heart of th Gulf of Guinea, on the northern shore of the volcanic island of Príncipe.
Even though the bungalow could have been better the setting was just perfect. |
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Accessed
by a 230 meters raised wooden walkway, the tiny Bom Bom islet itself is home to
the resort's restaurant, bar and marina.
Due to the season the sea was very rough. The waves crashed against the rocks
down the walkway splashing high up so many times it was a challenge to get
across without getting thoroughly soaked. Once that happened to me and I had to
return and change.
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We were able to watch whales straight from our breakfast table!
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The resort is positioned above two untouched palm-fringed pristine beaches.
(Bom Bom Islet in the background).
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| The
São Tomé Kingfisher. |
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Maarten quickly became a
friend with the grey parrot Chaplin.
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Even thought the resort offered many activities due
to the rough sea we were not allowed to take the boat trip and we weren't
really interested in spending the day in a car.
The possibility to explore the island on a bike was more appealing to me. The receptionist reacted quite surprised. She
explained that the bike hasn't been used in ages and someone has to put it
together.
She also warned me that biking on the island won't be an easy job.
She
was right the roads were steep dusty and very sweaty. But for me this was the
highlight of this vacation!
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The sounds and smells of the jungle, the feeling of freedom, it's impossible to experience that in a car!
Happy times! |
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The
locals eyed me with suspicion waving Ola and kids shouted for sweets Doce doce!
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Typical Sao Tomean house
raised on stilts which should be a way of avoiding mosquito bites. The mosquitoes
would feed on the animals kept under the houses and avoid people.
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| Through the jungle, along the airport I headed to Santo
Antonio - the capital of Principe - the smallest city in the world with well
preserved colonial architecture in pretty pastel colors along the shallow
Papagaio river. |
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As there was only one bike to rent a trip in a golf cart was a
great option. It was comfortable like a car but quiet and ecological and also a
little adventurous. Maarten loved that!
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Another day we went out to the forest to explore. It
didn't take long and Rob spotted a black snake on the ground and immediately the diurnal Sâo Tomé green snake, cobra verde, in a tree.
Maarten was thrilled.
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| Mudskippers! |
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Hermit crabs fight over a shell.
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| During the low tides there were beautiful tide pools
around Bom Bom Island with many sea creatures to observe. |
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This was the only day when they could finally go
snorkeling.
But suddenly Maarten started screaming and crying and they both hurried out of
the water. He was badly stung by
jellyfish all over his arms and legs, everywhere where his skin wasn't covered.
He hurt a lot wailing that he will never go in the sea ever again.
But later he spoke with excitement about all the cool things they saw
particularly the colorful parrot fish.
We'll see.
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I believe the jellyfish
invasion had to do something with the stormy ocean in the past week.
Many washed ashore together with those tiny blue creatures.
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| It's called blue angel but I'd prefer blue devil.
It's a small sea slug that can also give you a very painful sting! |
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| This was the end of our stay at Principe. Now we were smart bringing ear plugs on the plane. |
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Our
last day in the country, at least we hoped.
During the breakfast we watched the fishermen smashing stones into the water and
chasing the fish into their nets.
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| Traveling
in Africa can be a challenge. Also our trip from Sao Tome didn't disappoint
us.
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I will spare you all the details and 12 hours of
frustration. Most important we safely reached the Angolan mainland even though
one day later than planned.
One thing is certain. This definitely wasn't one of those boring
tropical paradise beach trips! |
