To resort, or not resort?…

When we travel we like to explore and meander and wander. We’re not guided tour types, and we’ve never been resort holiday types. We’re more the plan-our-own-itinerary-drive-ourselves-or-catch-buses-or-trains-stay-in-apartments/B’n’Bs/holiday home/campsites types.

Having not done the resort thing before, it didn’t occur to me there would be additional costs outside of ‘half board’ breakfast & dinner package. I have a vague recollection of being told there were, but I think the information kind of vapourised in my brain before it had a chance to register.

(Once I’ve made a decision and booked something, I pay no attention to the detail. Probably I need to pay more attention in future).

My surprise at additional costs aside, the Intercontinental Mauritius has been delightful. The quality of the facilities, food, service, views, and staff is exceptional.


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If a person was inclined they could spend their entire holiday within the gates of a resort.

We haven’t, because that’s not how we roll.

Today we explored Trou Aux Biches and Grand Baie:


I’d never understood the appeal of the beach recliner/umbrella thing. They don’t exist on most Australian beaches and I’d always written them off as unnecessary.

I was wrong. They are awesome.

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We enjoyed more creative driving and interesting roads:
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Tomorrow we fly home and yet I feel like there’s more of Mauritius to taste.

Maybe this was just the entree…

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We’ll come back again to savour more flavours.

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From a holiday house or apartment….

Websites and folk I found useful – and you might too if ever you’re thinking of traveling to Mauritius (I’m not paid to promote these, I simply liked ’em so thought I’d share the love):

Snorkelling and sugary delights

Yesterday’s mission – which was a resounding success – was to snorkel, so we ventured out for another meander.

We do ‘meander’ exceedingly well.

Our drive to Pereybere Beach took us through sugar cane fields, tourist towns with opulent beach-front villas, and narrow country streets. Along the motorway it’s about 20 minutes; the roads we took made the journey twice as long (and twice the pleasure).

The beach was as perfect as the reviews online said it would be:

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As the self-proclaimed ‘bag watcher’, I reclined gracefully (ish) on the towel while my husband and son enjoyed the delights of the bay. The beach was relatively quiet, and the beach hawkers respectful and polite when their offers to sell sarongs were declined.

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After we left the beach we followed the SatNav’s directions to what became a dead end. It was an adventurous ramble through increasingly narrow and rocky streets until we did a u-turn and found our way back to the highway.

A stop on the way home at L’aventure du Sucre where Mark tasted the locally produced, potent – and, he tells me, delicious – rum:

And Kobi and I experienced the delight that is molasses:

It’s a whole new world of delicious.

The Best Bed in the World…

During the one hour drive from Mauritius’ Sir Seewoosagur Ramgoolam International Airport to our resort, we learned the following things:
Motorcycle drivers in Mauritius are….adventurous;
Headlights appear to be optional;
Lanes are more of a guideline than a rule.

We arrived at the resort slightly bedraggled and very hungry. We were greeted warmly by the staff at the Intercontinental , sat down in the magnificent lobby, offered free cocktails while they checked us in and arranged our dinner.


I’d been looking forward to my first glass of wine in Mauritius all week and it didn’t disappoint.


I’m yet to try the bath but it’s almost big enough to swim in (this photo doesn’t really capture the size of this thing; it’s about seven feet long):

For me though it was all about the bed. The Best. Bed. In the World.

…and now we’re all clean and rested, today we begin exploring…

Off to Mauritius

It’s been 15 months since we returned from our last overseas adventure and it’s time for another.

Our bags are packed, house is cleaned, Kindles are charged…and the dog is roaming from room to room wondering what’s going on.

We’re off to Mauritius (not the dog; he gets his own holiday with a house sitter who will spoil him).

We have nothing planned once we arrive. We’ll explore as the muse descends. There will, of course, be coffee. Meandering drives. Beaches. Delicious food. And other fun, interesting stuff. The details don’t matter.

While I’m not sure exactly what we’ll be doing – and I usually like to know such things – I am sure it won’t be emails, phone calls, budgets, strategies or meetings.


I expect I’ll cope.