After many crazy months, I’ve finally had a few moments to myself, so I figured that it is about damn time that I share the last batch of photographs from Mauritius.
Our last few days were spent at Preskil Beach Resort (a complete gem) which is located in the East of Mauritius (a couple minutes from the airport). A picture-perfect resort with bedrooms right on the beach, a pier surrounded by loads of boats, palm trees (of course), and not to mention the island detail created by a coconut kiosk on the beach.
On each of the mornings we were up bright and early to stroll around the resort whilst everyone else was still sleeping. Our Friday was spent exploring the great Grand Bassin, a temple situated along a lake where we received a blessing from the priest (opening up of our third eye as well as for love, prosperity and family). Upon viewing the statue of Lord Shiva, we were washed down by a quick shower of rain, so we hopped into the car and made our way to the local Vacoas market where you can find Mauritians hard at work, laying out fresh fruit and veg, hanging up dresses, slicing pineapples and lots more.
Our final day was spent out on the crystal blue Mauritian waters. Due to windy weather, we weren’t able to go on the catamaran ride at sunset, however, we were still able to go out to the shipwreck on a speedboat, followed by a swim in the perfect-temperature waters. Note: do not imagine yourself to be a graceful dolphin jumping from the boat into mesmerizing water; coral is a monster and will cut you open. All of this activity worked up an appetite, so we headed to a cooking class for the afternoon where we were taught how to make Carry Poule (chicken curry with coconut milk – I love all curries but when there’s coconut milk involved, I love them even more!). For dessert we stuffed our faces with a mint, vanilla and strawberry sundae on the beach (does it get much better than that?!). We ended off the day with a trip on a glass bottom boat to an island and attempted snorkeling, despite the impossible current.
…And on Sunday we were forcibly driven to the airport (with very heavy hearts and even heavier stomachs) to return back to South Africa.
Even after writing 3 seperate articles about our trip, words fail to describe a Mauritian experience. The reason I love photographs and videos, is because they are able to make you feel what words aren’t able to. Click on the link to watch the video that the extremely talented Scrooch put together from out trip: