Goodbyes

In just under a week we'll be boarding the Dornier plane at Principe airport, for the last time. Our bags are half packed and the rest of our belongings - which are still to be packed - have been sorted out and organised. Since we can only physically handle four large suitcases, two backpacks and a pram - filled with one three year old, a lot of our things will be left on Principe. We've given away toys, clothes and non-perishable food and sold items like our portable pool and extra medicines and with a week to go I feel quite organised.


I think this is likely to be my last post about Principe and makes me feel quite nostalgic about my blog and the experiences I've recorded. I've definitely enjoyed the process of blogging and strangely enough have encountered a bit of fame (tongue in cheek) as a result. This island is very small and there is not much information about it for prospective travellers, so somehow my blog gets listed by search engines and read by those looking for some information. A couple of times I've had someone say on meeting me that they know all about me. It's taken me by suprise each time!

I will probably blog again, when our next adventure begins, whatever that might be, but for now I'm focused on my holiday in South Africa. As an aside, my travel documents are still pending, but such is the way of the island...

Going home.

Since my last post, it's been confirmed that we are definitely leaving at the end of September and that our time on Principe is done. We are very proud of our little family for having successfully negotiated this adventure on this small island off the West coast of Africa and will take many good lessons and a more robust inner strength and faith with us.

Our tickets are booked and suitcases lying open, as we pack up our house and possesions, collected over the last 19 months. On our minds is the knowledge that Ebola is creeping closer as well as the number of people we will come into contact with over our three days of travel back home. The alcohol hand sanitizers will be in close reach as we bustle our way throught the steamy Luanda airport and board the packed flight destined for South African soil.

As usual, I'm still waiting for a number of documents that will allow me to travel and am trusting God to work out the details so that we can leave on the planned date. The challenges here, have been and are continuous, so "leve leve" I remind myself, just roll with it.

5 months have past since our last visit home.

We are counting down the days until going home to South Africa for our long awaited holiday. It's been five months since our last visit home and we are really looking forward to seeing our family and friends. Our tickets are booked for the end of September, but at this stage, we aren't sure if they will be one-way or return. Either way, we don't have long left on Principe.

After Principe, we aren't sure what our next move is and are in quite a time of uncertainty, but are trusting God to open the right door for us, wherever that may be.

Being grateful.

Yesterday marked both the date of our arrival on Principe 18 months previously and the minimum portion of time we had agreed upon spending here. To celebrate reaching our goal, we went out to a local bar to toast with Sagres beers. We have not quite decided what's next and are still unclear how many more months we will be here, but my challenge to myself is to look back on these last 18 months on Principe and count the blessings we've experienced here.

One of the big things I've appreciated is the safety of this small island community, which is so different from the situation back home. I can sit out on my patio in the evening, unconcerned, and enjoy the night air in safety. I'm also grateful for the simple, quiet way of living, unrushed and far from over commited. I feel that it's a way of life closer to how it is meant to be and only being away from the urban rush, do I really see how foreign that kind of life seems now. Financially, this move for Mark's job, has made sense and has set us right on track for the future and lastly, this friendly, small community, made up of expats and local people, has been a great and unexpected blessing for this former city dweller.

This big adventure our family has taken, has opened our eyes to more of what is on offer in this big world of ours and has strengthened us through multiple challenges. I'm grateful for the blessings we have here and I have to admit, the lessons God has brought our way have been important too.

"But I will give repeated thanks to the Lord, praising Him to everyone." Psalm 109 v 30 NLV.

Beached supply boat.

Over the weekend one of the two supply boats to the island broke free of its ropes and drifted onto the beach near the city. It was carrying the usual supplies such as beer, canned drinks, probably bottled water and most importantly, diesel. Diesel keeps the island's generator going and consequently provides electricity to our home. Without electricity our water pump stops and and our packed freezers defrost, potentially ruining our meat supply so I'm somewhat concerned, although I'm told that the other boat will come with more supplies. The island ran out of diesel some months ago and it wasn't fun.

The story goes that those manning the boat at night went out, perhaps to get a beer or so and when it was noticed that the ropes on the one side of the boat, mooring it to the dock, had snapped, it was too late and water was coming on board. A submercible pump was borrowed the next morning and the water pumped off the boat. Now the boat has beached itself on the harbour's beach, it's rudder deep in the sand and no bigger boat near the island to pull it out.

The crew were hauling crates of beer on their heads, through the waves and up onto the road overlooking the beach. Apparently a tractor may be the solution to getting the diesel containers off of the boat. The shenanigans drew an amused crowd to the harbour facing road yesterday, including us, and these are our pictures...

Raining cats and dogs.

The thunder of rain on our sheet metal roof this grey morning is making Zachary's hour of television viewing, or should I say hearing, challenging. I've turned the volume up seven digits, but with the varying pressure of the rain showers on our roof, the television sound is thoroughly unintelligible as only the high pitches, of the puppet characters' singing, break through. He's ended up standing right next to the set.

Milla, the lady who helps clean our house, has just chickened out of retrieving the bucket for washing the floor, which is sitting on the step right outside the back door. I tried stepping outside too, but the bucket is not worth it.

 

 

The main road today

As a result of the torrential rain, I'm writing this blog entry in WordPad and will upload it later when the internet comes back on. There is also no cell phone signal. This rain on Principe is something else and the volume would probably be more accurate to describe as raining goats and pigs, than cats and dogs...and it can continue through the night and day. Milla has just come to show me that our bedroom and bathroom are under water, with the sealing around the aircon and windows giving way to streams of water which are now running down the walls. We've found that our container home doesn't do so well in this hot, humid and rainy climate and we find ourselves putting towels down and re-sealing, often. Anyway, my potty-training toddler has just created a flood of a different kind down the side of his potty, which I need to attend to...

I'm back. Right, for those of you who like a few statistics, I've been told that on Principe it rains between 2,000 and 7,000 mm per year, the heavier and more constant rain sticking to the unreachable, mountainous, south side of the island. Mark tells me that we've had about 250 mm of rain per month since March this year - and it looks like May is working its way towards 300 mm. Apparently, we had over 360 mm of rain at the airport during October last year...

Portugal...a place to return to.

I thoroughly enjoyed our week on the Lisbon coast and can't wait to get back to explore more of Portugal one day. We will definitely go back to see more of Lisbon, and perhaps the North and South of the country, as well as to sip espresso and eat pasteis de nata, which are like little custard cup pastries. As people said, the public transport system is great, and we travelled around quite a bit on buses and trains, three children included.

Unlike our experience in Italy, some years ago, we were welcomed as tourists in Portugal and didn't have one bad experience getting help from local people. I tried out my rough Portuguese and think I learnt a lot about the language, through the intense exposure and necessity!  All in all we loved Cascais and Sintra, enjoyed our time with the old friends we met up with and took some great pictures.

Cascais beach

Our accommodation in Janes

Sintra Palace in the background

Sintra central

Praia das Macas