What if we have just stayed there? If we could have thrown our phones into the turquoise water, laughed about it one last time and then turned our back on civilization? There was enough timber to build a hut, and we probably could have managed to get a boat, so one of us could sail every few months to a place, where other people live, where you can buy stuff we actually don’t need anymore. How long would it have gone well for? Would it have ended the way that THE BEACH ended? My head was tipsy from one (or two) rum cocktails, and the sun. But the thought of just staying there, at Ile Plate, was very, very tempting. It was the only day we all spent together. The last day in paradise.
The whole week we were exploring Mauritius on our own, two by two, in small groups. We found paradise. More than once. Some were extreme sporty, some ate their way around the island. Some dived deep into the Mauritian culture and some (me) even won a small fortune (ELEVEN EURO) at the horse race. My trip to Mauritius was magical.
And this, after all, THIS was MY Mauritius:
Why I’ve won at the horse race and what happened around, what kind of people I’ve met at the market in Port Louis and what actually impressed me most about Mauritius… I will tell you soon!