Our week here has mirrored the energy, vibrancy and transient buzz that is the Verde islands. A balance of exploration and adventure, has taken us to mountain peaks shrouded in mist, lush green valleys, clear blue water and white sand beaches, with a touch of the very kindest of local hospitality.

Mindelo, a medium size town, looks out over a large bay, mixed with commercial marine activity, a large fleet of anchored yachts and a busy and fluid marina. 'Dreamcatcher' remains in the marina, alongside boats of all shapes and sizes, one common denominator being the continued provisioning and readiness of the yachts, all eager to cast lines, set sails and head West.

Unlike many marines I have visited, Mindelo has a seemingly endless sense of high energy, excitement and trepidation for the many people and boats who flow through, readying for the long passage ahead.

Santo Antao, 10 miles to the west, offered an excellent 48 hours of ying to the yang of Mindelo. A quiet island with low levels of eco tourism. Unspoiled beauty, small mountain villages and a genuine kindness, impossible to miss. Our first night was spent at the very highest peak, camped out under the stars, an 'other worldly' experience, best describes as floating in a misty cloud forest. The second night we were lucky enough to enjoy the hospitality of a father and son who showed us their local village, treated us to an unknow number of shots of the local drink- Grog, made from sugar cane, grown in small batches dotted about, they gave us a bed for the night and the warmest of send offs.

Back in Mindelo, the last 2 days have consisted of lots of pre departure checks, repairs, and reprovisioning. A broken fridge threatened to delay departure but again local expertise and kindness have ensured we are set to leave, as planned tomorrow at mid day.

The next blog, all being well should arrive from Barbados following a large rum or two... wish us a safe and uneventful crossing.

James.