After two days of rest upon arrival, we set sail for Bubaque, the only ‘town’ in the archipelago. We were already getting used to navigating in uncertainty. The keel struck a vicious rock, too slowly to cause damage but firmly enough to get stuck. With the falling tide, the consequence was inevitable: Gallinago now lay […]
After two days of rest upon arrival, we set sail for Bubaque, the only ‘town’ in the archipelago. We were already getting used to navigating in uncertainty.
Within the forest, they maintained their life as sedentary hunter-gatherers with a partially matriarchal social structure, continuing their animist beliefs and complex initiation rites. The natural barriers of the islands also benefited the other living creatures inhabiting the archipelago.
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Situated at the mouth of many rivers in Guinea-Bissau, the Bijagos archipelago is one of Africa’s most isolated maritime regions. Strong tides, violent currents, murky waters, rocky reefs, constantly shifting sandbanks and unstable winds make access difficult both from the sea and from the continent.
Pulling the dinghy up a totally deserted beach. Photo: Maxence and Victor Ansquer
Such were the few pieces of information we gathered. What more could we ask for? Having departed from Brittany in November on a transatlantic voyage that would have seen our crew part ways in South America, we’d tacked upon reaching the Canaries.

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During their world voyage, brothers Maxence and Victor Ansquer enjoy cruising around the Bijagos islands.
The first night on an unfamiliar boat can be a bit restless. You listen to the creaks and groans of…

Fortunately, luck and some organisation helped us out: we shifted our weight to the best side and our floating home found a stable position without suffering any damage. We got what we came for, and then some: we would lose two anchors later on, victims to the currents and invisible rocks. Treacherous waters indeed!
Frustrated to sail along western Africa without stopping, we’d veered towards Dakar. Upon arrival, Victor voiced the idea that had been hovering: what if we sailed around the world?
The next day, we landed in Bubaque. The first contact with reality was unsettling: the poverty was striking. We wandered on a winding path through a bit of forest that led us to a village.
In one evening we sketched a loop on the map, uniting our dreams and thirst for adventure. The Bijagos were a few days sail away, we would start there! In retrospect, our month-long stay was rich enough to write an entire book.