Mauritian Ti' Punch
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Translated into English.

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The recipe for the cocktail: endless beaches, a dazzling palette of colors, some breathtaking hikes, and excellent cuisine...

For the tasting, follow along in the pages of this travel journal! 😉

Don’t forget your hiking shoes, a swimsuit, sunscreen, but also a sweater, your driver’s license, and your credit card...

Just over 11 hours of flight, and we’ll be setting foot on Mauritian soil!

RO Rouquine38 Globetrotter ·
Well, Agnès, back home and the travel journal is already here 😊
MU Muriel18 Globetrotter ·
I think this travel journal is gonna bring back some memories (... or maybe not, since 2007 😏!)

Here we go! 😎
AT Attila Globetrotter ·
Hi Isabelle,

The very beginning of the travel journal is already here! For the rest...😏
AT Attila Globetrotter ·
Welcome to this tasting, Muriel!

No idea what changes there might have been since 2007...😉
MO Montagnard74 Globetrotter ·
Well, I'm on the fence... They talk about punch, tasting, and I rush over—if only to live up to my reputation (even if it’s overhyped). But when they mention Mauritius, endless beaches, and I’m less sure... In the end, they bring up good food, so we’re going! 😉

Plus, I *love* the "yum yum's" !
AT Attila Globetrotter ·
The cabin lights gradually brighten, and the passengers on the Air France flight slowly wake from their torpor after such a long journey.

The friendly flight attendants hand out the modest breakfast served to economy class passengers, and the plane begins its descent toward Sir Seewoosagur Ramgoolam Airport.



Just a few more moments, and we can finally escape this flying sardine can!

The formalities aren’t too long, but we’d made sure to book seats not too far from the exit.

Given the number of open counters and the laid-back attitude typical of the destination, passengers in row 40 and those dragging their feet won’t be breathing fresh air anytime soon...

Now we’re in front of the baggage carousel.

We quickly grab the first suitcase, and then...

I finally hear my name over the announcement.

We have to go to the baggage service!

I think we’ll be starting this trip with only half our stuff...

Bingo! The other suitcase is in Paris—it should arrive tomorrow.

We fill out the form and indicate we’d prefer to pick it up ourselves rather than have it delivered.

No way we’re waiting around all day!

"Yes, yes, no problem, we’ll call you!"

We soon leave the customs area and look for the car rental counters.

Ah, over there!

The employee carefully fills out the contract in very neat handwriting, then has us pay what we owe.

He forgets the deposit—we notice a little later.

Handy for avoiding hassles when returning the vehicle!

Now we have to wait for the KIA to be delivered.

Since the airport parking is free for the first few minutes, rental companies leave the cars outside and only bring them over at the last moment.

"Okay, you can follow me!" a new employee exclaims.

He walks around the car with us, scribbles down all the scratches on his report, and asks us to return the vehicle with the same fuel level.

He then hands us the parking ticket and warns we have 5 minutes to leave the premises if we don’t want to pay...

"Okay, okay!"

We load the suitcase, get our bearings, and head for the exit.

I think we’re now fully settled into this new vacation!

---/--- The weak coffee served on the flight wasn’t very effective at keeping us awake.

How about we grab a real espresso and a sweet treat?

No sooner said than done—our eyelids feel a little lighter, and our brains start to clear.

We take advantage of this stop in the commercial area to withdraw some Mauritian rupees—about 50 for 1 €, so the math is easy!

Unlike in other countries, local banks don’t charge fees or try to trick travelers with unfavorable exchange rates.

So, currency exchange offices are even less useful here than elsewhere!

No need to carry too much cash either, since most transactions can be done with a card.

Now that our wallets aren’t empty and our stomachs and throats are satisfied, let’s get down to business!

We drive around Mahébourg and head northeast along the coast.

Watch out—the driving is on the left, the roads are narrow, and Mauritians have their own take on traffic rules.

Don’t expect to average more than 40 km/h, and don’t be surprised to see vehicles parked in the middle of the road...

Why bother pulling over?

Want to buy a pineapple?

I’ll just stop in front of the shop on the road and make my purchase. Others can go around me!

This applies to phone calls, chatting with a passerby...

Surprising at first, but actually pretty convenient.

No need to panic if you’re lost—just stop right away and check your GPS calmly!

After all, parking spots are almost nonexistent...

We arrive in Bois des Amourettes.

What a lovely name!

Towns, villages, and landmarks often have charming names.

Mostly in French!

Curepipe, Trou d'eau douce, Bois Chéri, Rivière des Anguilles, Bel Ombre, Belle Mare, Cap Malheureux, Trou aux biches...

The language won’t be a culture shock for French speakers, since most Mauritians speak French.

Their mother tongue is often Creole, but French hasn’t been forgotten, even though English is the island’s official language.

Most ads, signs, and menus are in Molière’s language, so you’ll never have trouble making yourself understood.

The culture shock is elsewhere...

A strong feeling of being in India!

A toned-down India, sure, but it’s all there!

But back to Bois des Amourettes...

We park the car to take a short walk by the sea.

The weather isn’t great—that’s an understatement—but who cares? It’s our first encounter with the Indian Ocean.



The wind is howling, the sky is leaden—this isn’t exactly how I imagined Mauritius...

After a stop at the supermarket in Centre de Flacq, we arrive at the house we rented by the beach in Palmar just in time for lunch.

The interior is a bit dated, but what a location!

A few steps through the garden, and we’re on the sand...



We can see the sea from the bedroom and the outdoor dining area—pretty nice after all...
AT Attila Globetrotter ·
I knew the title would make you drool, Bruno! 😉

endless beaches

This will only be a small part of this travel journal.
AT Attila Globetrotter ·
A nap to recharge our batteries, and then we head out for a walk on the beach.









It's gorgeous, but the water temperature—and the outside temperature—hardly make you want to put on your swimsuit...

The sun will come out on the way back, but the wind won’t let up!

You just have to look at the trees to understand it’s better not to wear a wig if you choose to stay on the east side of the island...



This first day in the southern hemisphere will end on a citrusy note.

Enjoy your tasting! !
KA Kate Globetrotter ·
Bingo! The other suitcase is in Paris—it should arrive tomorrow.

See why I only travel with a carry-on? ;P It’s one of the huge perks.
KA Kate Globetrotter ·
When someone mentions punch and tasting, I come running—if only to live up to my reputation (even if it *is* overused).

Not sure if "overused" is the right word here When I saw you show up, I thought, awesome, we’re gonna try a bunch of new drinks!
MO Montagnard74 Globetrotter ·
Still had to zoom out the VF map to locate that little Indian Ocean gem, all sunshine and white sand—fake news judging by your arrival!

Since you mentioned your flight, how do you get there from your Auvergne hideout? Direct, layovers, flight time? And while I’m asking, how do you explain that French influence? PS: I’m just as bad at History as I am at Geography....
MO Montagnard74 Globetrotter ·
Bingo! The other suitcase is in Paris—it should arrive tomorrow.

Oh, you see why I only travel with a carry-on suitcase! 😛 It’s one of the huge advantages.

Between waiting for a suitcase every now and then (which has never happened to me) and running around for a laundromat after 3 days, I’m more Team Agnès—but we’ve already had this discussion 😉
AT Attila Globetrotter ·
Sure, but that’s not much! 🤪

I’ve adopted a technique that lets me get by for a few days: a few clothes in my carry-on backpack (including the essentials, like my swimsuit here...) plus the things I won’t easily find on the spot (prescription meds + contact lenses).

And the suitcases got mixed up!

We each had some of our stuff, and luckily, we got the one with the toiletries bag.

On the other hand, the masks and snorkels... 😠
MO Montagnard74 Globetrotter ·
On the other hand, masks and snorkels...

Oh wow, you're bringing masks and snorkels too I gotta say, that’s next level...
AT Attila Globetrotter ·
fake news judging by your arrival!

Normally, it's the dry and sunny season.

But since there are no seasons left anywhere...

I wasn’t expecting very high temperatures, but I thought we’d have blue skies all the time.

Nope...

I think it’s better to go from mid-October to the end of November or in April/May. It’ll be warmer, especially in the water!

Since you’re talking about your flight, how do you get there from your Auvergne hideout? Direct, layovers, flight time?

I rarely fly from Clermont-Ferrand. No competition means it’s really expensive!

This time, we left from Lyon with Air France, with a layover in Paris. The Paris-Mauritius flight takes about 11 hours 30 minutes.

I don’t recommend Air Mauritius. The airline’s been struggling since COVID, and their customer service is, let’s say, far from perfect! We were supposed to take them on the way back, but they canceled the flight and rebooked us without asking on another one, without sorting out the connection to Lyon... Air France put us on one of their flights instead.

From Lyon, Emirates lets you break up the trip.

Corsair also serves the island from Paris.

The flight price is the main barrier to the destination. It’s currently the most expensive ticket I’ve ever paid outside of school holidays.

I’m as bad at History as I am at Geography....

If you can locate Madagascar, you’re pretty close to Mauritius. 😉 The little island is to the right of the big one!

It’s a former French colony (1715–1810). The British then replaced us (1810–1968)...

Creole is based on French. There are also quite a few French expats, and many tourists are French too. Finally, your favorite customer service department might have its call centers there (little time difference, it’s convenient!) I guess that’s why French has endured.

---*--- If you locate Madagascar, you’re pretty close to Mauritius. 😉 That little island is to the right of the big one!

It’s a former French colony (1715–1810). The British then replaced us (1810–1968)...

Creole is based on French. There are also quite a few French expats, and lots of tourists are French too. Finally, your favorite customer service department might have its call centers there (a small time difference, which is convenient!) I suppose that’s why French has lasted. (Thanks to Google Translate...)
AT Attila Globetrotter ·
Ah wai, you're bringing masks and snorkels too

Well, if I'm going somewhere I think I'll need them and there's plenty of room in the suitcase, yeah! 😛

It's like ski boots—I'd rather not rent that kind of stuff...

This time, it's a trip of just 15 days without bulky/warm clothes. The suitcases were light! (I never reach 23 kilos anyway).

There was even a little room for some rum on the way back...
KA Kate Globetrotter ·
If you're thinking of Madagascar, you're getting pretty close to Mauritius. 😉

Oh, you know, when I think of Mauritius, I actually associate it more with Réunion. A lot of travelers do a combined trip to Réunion and Mauritius.
SO Solene40 Globetrotter ·
As a true party lover, I’m joining you all to clink glasses, friends! 😄 And I’m curious to hear your take, Agnès—yours is already so different from mine since you’re starting where I ended! 😆 Looking forward to the rest
KA Kate Globetrotter ·
On the other hand, masks and snorkels...

Oh wow, you're bringing masks and snorkels too Now that’s next level...

For me, that’s like sci-fi Recently, I outdid myself—spent a week in Istanbul with just the small bag that fits under the seat in front on the plane. It was amazing!

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