In 1896, the author Mark Twain wrote “You gather the idea that Mauritius was made first and then heaven, and that heaven was copied after Mauritius”.
In 1841 Charles Baudelaire wrote the poéme “A une dame créole” inspired by Mauritius, also Joseph Conrad, Bernardin de Saint-Pierre and Patrick O’Brian wrote about it.
We booked the flight to Mauritius as a joke, we were looking for a new place to visit on honeymoon, and I deeply fell in love with Namibia and also Jordan, but they weren’t good for January, and when Mrs. Airfrance sent us the newsletter with “Mauritius super cheap flights!” we thought it would have been nice to take our swimsuits, flipflops and nothing else, so we did it.
Tropical Island we are coming!
And we went, and it was hot, more than hot, and the Indian ocean was paradisiac for real, tropical flora was gigantic, birds were colourful and mountains were sauvages.
We lived it as a punk-honeymoon, no swans on our bed (damned!), no resort, no 5 stars food, we lost ourselves between mauritians, and I ate more “dissenten” pills than local cuisine.
I have to admit I am not a real beach-girl, it’s the second time I try to convince myself after Santorini, and it doesn’t work as I always dreamt in my mind, because 5 minutes later I saw the beach, I am ok, I don’t need to stay more. Now I know I wouldn’t be happy to visit Polinesia or Caraibi, and the most coolest place is the one I live in, and other without beaches.