Although we had the plan to go to Mauritius for several months, it wasn't until the Airsteward checking my boarding pass said "Bonjour" that it hit me that we were going somewhere new overseas. Because we arrived late at night, it wasn't until the morning that we felt that we were here.
You know you're in Mauritius when you see the volcanic remains as mountains, the cane fields in the foreground, when you are not sure weather the moisture on your skin is from the rain or from your sweat, and the sea water is like a bath. I could almost be in Mackay (especially being on the same latitude) but the mountains are distinctive in their shape. Then the cultural landscape colours in the rest of the picture when you hear the sing-song voices of the children speaking french, and the influence of the Indian population in the food and also in the Maha Shivratree festival where we've been watching the pilgrims walk to their destination.
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