On Saturday the 28th of May, I hopped on an airplane to Johannesburg, to meet with my travel partner for the trip, Ofentse Mwase, also known as ‘Uncle Scrooch’. Having been called a week prior to the date, I was asked if I was available (who wouldn’t be?!) to go to Mauritius in partnership with Flight Centre South Africa and Mobile Media Mob.
Dusty passport in hand, summer dresses packed and an excitement-filled heart, Scrooch and I set off to Mauritius.
After a 3 and a half hour flight (the wind was on our side), the plane landed at 19h20, in a humid Mauritius. Upon arrival we were greeted with signboards from representatives at Solis who directed us to our driver for the week, jovial Joseph.
After an hours drive (the usual travel time in Mauritius), we arrived at Solana Beach Resort. From the minute our feet hit their soil, we were embraced with their convivial ambiance.
My room for the 3 night stay was made up of a queen size bed, draped with white linen detail, 2 sliding doors that led out to a balcony with a view of the symbolic thatch umbrellas and ceaseless ocean, a jacuzzi and glass framed shower, Nespresso machine (to feed my caffeine addiction) and feint rainbow bedroom lights.
To say that we ate a lot, would be an understatement. The breakfasts entailed a buffet comprised of orange/guava/passion fruit juice, yogurts, island fruits, pastries, omelets, bacon, and not to forget the nutella-filled crepes.
Day 2 included a full body massage at the blissful Ylang Spa, Henna on both of my hands, and roaming around the tropical resort. Dinner time at Cocobar included a table on the edge of the beach, where we were fed insane amounts of food. The friendly warning given to me by Scrooch in Johannesburg, rushed to mind: “I hope that you have prepared your gut for all the food we are going to eat.” On the menu was Prawn Fiesta which started off with Au gratin that oozed Cajun hollandaise sauce followed by grilled Grambas with creole rice, breadfruit, Chinese cabbage and garlic, curry and peri-peri sauce. We thought we would escape, alas, we were unable to, and for dessert we had tequila banana split. Bellies full, we hobbled off to bed to get a good nights rest.
On day 3 we partook in a sushi cooking class hosted by the sushi connoisseur, Denis. We were shown how to make our own sushi platter that included red tuna, crab stick, tomato and smoked marlin. What’s better than making you own sushi? Eating it! We completely devoured the platter and headed to reception to pick up the car that we hired for the day.
We decided to head out to Flacq, in search of a temple, a SIM card and a craving to experience Mauritian culture. Go Pro’s strapped onto the bonnet, driver and passenger door, we took on our journey. First stop was the center of Flacq where we spent some time photographing and videoing what the little village had to offer. On the outskirts of Flacq we managed to locate a desolate Tamil temple embodied with slowly fading kaleidoscope colours.
Driving in Mauritius? Well, that in itself was an adventure. Picture driving in a village where groups of people cross the roads – without warning, many stray dogs wondering along the side, scooters flying around windy corners, that hoot at every passing car. Thankfully, we managed to return ourselves, and the car back to the resort, in one piece (only just).
Our last night at Solana was filled with food (again), rain-showers and Mauritian song and dance. On the menu was butternut soup, chicken curry and chocolate fondant, topped with fresh mint sauce.
On the morning of day 4, we were up at 6am in search of another temple, that was built just below the Clemecian mountain. En route, we were treated to sunrise at Palmar Beach. After a 25 minute drive to Clemencia, we arrived at the temple, where we were greeted by the tradiotionally-dressed priest and president, who gave us a brief history on its origins.
Before being fetched by Joseph, Scrooch managed to squeeze in parasailing whilst I photographed and sipped on fresh coconut water.
Next stop: Otentic Eco Tents