is a place of sharp contrasts where the ocean gives way to dunes, oasis and vast stretches of red clay anticipating the most African part of the island. To get to Sal Rei, the administrative seat of the island, follow the rua pitoresca, a cobble stone road, flowing through an oasis, where once only donkeys and horses passed by. Fifty-five km of beaches, a perfect circle around the island with long stretches of white sand. A perfect starting point for scuba divers or surfers, there are also uncontaminated coves for watching turtles and whales watching. In Boavista there is no noise, only barulho, a mix of music and voices. Voices of women selling fruit at the market, children playing in the streets and older people chatting under the almond trees. In the evenings, just music. The notes of the morna, born to sing the sodade, nostalgia of the capeverdeans who emigrated for work, waft through the air. The batuke, the coladera and the passada heat up the island nights mixing an African rhythm with the Brazilian one. This is Boavista, far from mass tourism.