happy world turtle day

 

Today is “World Turtle Day”. The day actually recognises all species of turtle and tortoise, despite its name (some languages don’t dfferentiate between the two) and in the spirit of love of all things Testudine I thought I would acknowledge the day and share a picture.

I’ve always loved turtles and tortoises; I find them extremely fascinating from an evolutionary/scientific perspective but there’s also just something about them I can’t quite name that makes me want to just be around them.

Turtles have been around for about 220 million years, making them about as old as the oldest known dinosaur. They were around when Earth looked completely different to what it looks like today; when the land was covered in ferns and grass didn’t exist and the continents were joined together as Pangaea. They survived mass extinctions, continental drift and climate change. Pretty cool huh?

 

Giant Tortoise, Mauritius

Giant Tortoise, Mauritius


a short but passionate love affair

Air Mauritius, we need to talk. About us. I think we need to take some time apart. It’s not you, it’s me… Actually, who am I kidding? It’s you.
You reeled me in so easily. You seduced me with your cheap fares, glamorous destinations, sweet-talking cabin crew, French champagne and fine dining. I was in love. The kind of love you shout from the rooftops and post all over Facebook and Twitter. Then you left me stranded for three days and you broke my heart (and make me look like a fool).
You promised so much but as our relationship went on, you stopped caring. You made promises you never planned to keep, took advantage of me financially and when I tried to fix things you gave me the cold shoulder. All the while you kept giving me just enough hope to keep believing in you.
The sad thing is that even now, when I’m sitting here thinking about you, writing you a letter trying to recoup the thousands of dollars I’m out of pocket because you gave up on me when I needed you most – I’m still a fool for you and I would probably do it all again. Sigh.
Business Class on the Air Mauritius A340 from Perth… beore the cyclone, the four day delay, and the re-route via Hong Kong. A happier time.

Mauritius: Southbound

Today we headed to the South of the island to explore. It was a hot, sticky day and even though we started fairy early we were hot and bothered by the first stop. As Aussies we should be used to the heat but as South Aussies, it’s the humidity that really gets us.
A few nights ago we took a taxi to the shops to pick up some supplies and our driver, Vijay, was lovely. Even though he was only taking us on a short drive he was so friendly and a wealth of information, so we decided to book him for a tour of the south (it’s quite hard to find a really friendly driver here so we snapped Vijay up as quick as we could).
First stop was Troux aux Cerfs, a volcano crater located near Curepipe, Mauritius’ biggest city. We walked around the rim which gave us fantastic views o not only the inside of the crater, which is now covered in lush vegetation, but also over the whole city of Curepipe and out to the ocean.
Next we went quad biking around La Valée des Couleurs, a site where you can see 23 different colours within the earth. This actually wasn’t that mind-blowing but it was the first time I had ever been quad biking and with my handsome driver husband doing a great job it was pretty fun.
Ganga Talao was our third stop. This crater lake, also called Grand Bassin, is a sacred lake to the Hindu people of Mauritius and is dedicated to the god Shiva. There is a temple and shrine around the lake and nearby is a massive statue of Shiva.



Lunch isn’t really worth mentioning but after a bite to eat, we made our way to our last stop – La Vanille park, which is a crocodile farm that also has an incredible Insectarium, and my favourite – Giant Tortoises! I have a lot of respect for old species (evolutionarily speaking) and always think it’s a massive privilege to be ‘up-close-and-personal’ with them.

Well that’s all from me today, we’ve checked into a new hotel on the other side of the island… more adventures await!

Facing my fears at Île aux Cerfs

Being married to a thrill-seeker sometimes means I’m put in situations that make me uncomfortable; often this infuriates me but every now and then (don’t tell Logan) I wind up doing something I thought I would never do and feeling very chuffed with myself.
I think I’ve mentioned this before but I never used to be a big scaredy-cat – it’s like a few years ago this switch just went off in my brain that told me to be afraid of heights, speed and anything people might consider fun, so now rather than taking risks and being the first person to get out there and do something, I’m constantly alert to danger. Some people might call this “becoming an adult” but it’s pretty frustrating!
Anyway, today we went out to Île aux Cerfs, which is a small island off the east coast of Mauritius. We sailed out on a 35ft catamaran complete with all the food we could possibly eat, plenty of local rum and a bunch of hilarious South Africans (who are an Aussie’s best mate when traveling in Mauritius).
On the way out to the island I was sunning myself at the front of the boat when Logan disappeared for a bit and I figured he was just fetching some beers. Wrong… he was arranging for us to parasail without telling me! Parasailing used to be something I’d wanted to do but lately I’d been way too scared. He had now forced me into it.
We hopped into a small boat and made our way out to the platform in the middle of the sea; Logan got excited while I quietly hyperventilated. Shit-scared, I let them strap me in at the front while Logan sat behind with the ‘controls’. I won’t go into massive detail from here on but I’ll say this: DO IT. It was incredible. Once I was up in the air I calmed down and enjoyed the ride and here is what we saw:

There was no other way to experience this view but by parasail and now I can say I saw it.

The best bit though? When it was over and I was back on the catamaran, I was ready to have one of the best days ever because I was so proud of myself that I felt bulletproof. By the end of the day I’d made friends with everyone and I was even jumping off the boat (haven’t done that in years!)

a lesson in choosing tour operators wisely

We had some setbacks today… and were reminded of some valuable travel lessons!
We left the hotel at 6.15am to head out on a cruise to swim with the dolphins – something I have wanted to do for as long as I remember. Even as a really little girl I was in awe of dolphins so words can’t really describe my excitement levels as we left the hotel and made the 90 minute drive to the boat.
The view was stunning as we set out to find the dolphins. I would really love to post a photo for you but hotel wifi is telling me NO… I will post a picture blog when we get home.

There was a group of about 15 boats about 300m offshore. We saw them and thought we would just sail straight past them, but instead we joined the,. At this point we figured the drivers would just have a quick word to each other, perhaps trade a couple of tips and co-ordinate their movements so we weren’t all in the same area, but it turned out they had spotted a dolphin and so we joined the chase too. Next thing we knew we had 16 boats (that’s approximately 160 people) chasing this one lone dolphin, trying to corner it so it wouldn’t escape.

I was disgusted and when our driver saw that I was visibly upset, he laughed in my face.

I tried to get in the water even though I didn’t want to be near the dolphin as I didn’t want to add to the problem, but I had been given faulty snorkelling gear. By the time it was fixed, the driver told me I was too slow and was no longer allowed to get in. (‘Yelled at’ is more appropriate than ‘told’, to be honest.)

Eventually the dolphin managed to escape and Logan and I cheered for him. The poor thing was probably already in a pickle because his pod were nowhere to be found, and here were 160+ humans with loud boats chasing him, jumping on him, yelling, splashing and trying to disorient him.
So all in all we paid a very large amount of money to feel disappointed, upset, belittled, exhausted and ripped off, not to mention how cruel we were to the dolphin.
Every cloud has a silver lining though… We made two lovely South African friends. We will attempt the dolphin swim again but this time, with a lot more research behind us. Lesson learnt!

Tomorrow we are sailing a catamaran to Ile aux Cerfs; hopefully we have better luck.

Good Morning Mauritius!

I’m jet lagged. I woke up at four o’clock this morning desperate to hit the gym (this has never happened before!) but it wasn’t open yet. So I woke Logan up, watched bad t.v. until six and then convinced him to come for a walk with me. This was our view:
Pretty worth it!
I ate like a complete fiend at breakfast while looking out over the ocean… European tourists were just eating a little bit and I confess, I wanted to walk over to their tables and yell at them about the virtues of (free) buffets. Alas, they are the ones who will look good at the beach this afternoon.
We had a massage this morning and in my excitement to book the amazing deal we were offered I didn’t notice it was a “Thai” massage. Cue a lot of flinching and eyeballs nearly popping out of my head from pain, not to mention awkward moments when she lifted my leg over my head and kneed my groin. Oh, and nearly passing out in the sauna (in case you haven’t figured it out I’m a crybaby).
So far I have had two serves of the local speciality fish dish which is probably the best fish I’ve had in my life. And speaking of life-changing events, tomorrow we are off to swim with the dolphins which some may already know is something I have always been aching to do.
Short but sweet today… we’re recovering from yesterday’s million hour journey of hell so my brain is still in meltdown, but tomorrow we will hopefully have many lovely dolphin pics for you.
Much love xx

the ultimate honeymoon packing list

I’m in a spin as to what to pack for our honeymoon. Mainly because there’s a few items on this list I’m yet to purchase. Here’s what I have so far:

1. a big, gigantic, as-big-as-your-house, kardashian-esque hat. And while we’re at it…

2. some even bigger sunglasses. You can never be too sun smart, or stylish; Hello Jackie O 2.0 (yes, rhyme!)

3. thongs/flip-flops/jandals… whatever you call them, I’m talking shoes people.

4. a million pretty little dresses. Most of the ones I like are quite cocktail; I seem to think I’ll be doing nothing but attending dinner parties, and these probably won’t be appropriate for the beach. Which brings me to…

5. some cute-as-a-button playsuits. No salty thigh chafe here my friends.

6. the best fake tan products one can possibly find. I’m very open to suggestions!

7. an umbrella, ella, ella, hey… Rihanna was onto something. So so cute and surprisingly practical (umm… like, when it rains?)

8. bikinis galore. Mauritius is full of those tres chic european types… no boardies in sight.

9. power adaptor. Lest the smartphone/laptop die. three weeks without social media will have me breathing into a paper bag.

10. camera. Hashtag selfie! This will be the month where I can officially start to be a “smug married”… it should be well doumented!