The good news is that the electrician, Caesar, did indeed turn up eventually.  He leapt into the generator and tweaked and tested and came to the conclusion that it wasn’t the capacitors but something else which he was unable to translate into any language that we understood.  He promised to be back in the morning at 0930 prompt.  Needless to say, by 1200 no Caesar so I went out on a search party.  I hailed Caesar and established that he was awaiting a part and would come and fit it when it arrived this afternoon.  We will see.

In the meantime we are not going anywhere because when Bob went to sign us in at the boat office our original registration documents were kidnapped.  We were to pick them up when we wanted to leave.  “We aim to leave on Sunday” said Bob.  “We are not open on Sunday you will have to come in on Monday” said the exceedingly helpful humourless man.  Meanwhile there was still no-one in the Immigration Office, just an orderly queue of assorted Europeans wanting to arrive or leave.  It looks like no-one will be doing either until Monday.

The girls have been out exploring, on foot and in the dinghy, and reporting back.  Fleur found “a room with some food” which was pretending to be the supermarket.  They are attracting inordinate attention including a job offer on one boat and an invitation aboard “a scary boat crewed by gypsies” according to Haley.

We had our first meal ashore last night.  In true emerging Cape Verde style whatever Bob ordered for pudding was “off” whether crepes or bananas.  Somehow he managed to charm the waitress into magicking up a banana flambe.  We are absolutely sure that she must have popped home to grab those bananas.