We had booked a scooter for today to discover the best beaches on the north coast and see what else is worth to see up here. Different tourism sites claimed that we should go to the botanical garden and visit a marmelade mansion and by no means we should skip the Van Anne Chocolate Factory.
Since our resort only has instant coffee on their menu, my first request was to go to Grand Baie and have in the best German Cafe, precicely in Cafe Müller (because what else would you call your german style cafe, right?) a real coffee. And maybe a slice of apple strudel, because how else would we be able to keep the morning flag high throughout the day? So, we drove to Grand Baie, had a quick swim, noted that our beach is still better and started to look for the Cafe Müller. We found a hindu temple. Stepped in, saw that the entrance is free, but donations would mean so much to them. We looked at the beautiful six-armed goddesses and slowly started to make our way out, when one of the servants of God approached us and even though being on the phone with someone, he managed to let us know that the donation is definitely expected and a proper amount would be one-zero-zero. So that even the dumbest tourstis would understand, what numbers should be on the bill. We didn't interrupt his call to tell him, what we think of it and walked out.
In Cafe Müller it seemed a good idea to have a little snack with coffee too. Scott chose a sandwiches, me a croque. I imagined a nice tuna and tomato filled fried croquet, but what arrived on the table was a grilled sandwich. At least it was good, right.
Next there was a hidden beach on the map, so remote and secret that almost nobody knows about it. Except of the beach faced resort customers and all the locals, who also had discovered it. We took a look and continued to the Pereypere Beach. Also one of the most picturesque ones. Wasn't too bad. Our next stop was supposed to be a great viewpoint with breathtaking views over the Indian Ocean. Turned out that the mentioned point is now a private property and we had to go to the church yard which also has very nice views. The beach had a lot of separated areas and some of them felt like private beaches. We even went for a swim. Or rather just lied down in the water. I drank a coconut and we decided to make our way to that famous chocolaterie.
I had the map in hand, we took off and ... nothing. There, where the best Belgian chocolate in country was supposed to be made, were only a residence and few random houses. We drove on and asked the locals. They escorted us back to the same complex of buildings and indeed - on the other side of the house there was barely readable Van Anne Chocolate re. All window covers closed like there hadn't been anyone around for at least 20 years.
We had already in the morning decided to skip the marmelate masin, because the entrance price was 10EUR per person and walking under mangotrees wasn't exactly what I imagined when I read about the lush area full of fruit trees and flowers, amazing aroma everywhere in the air. Obviously after reading this I didn't expect to see candy lines and pots full of boiling marmelade.
So we started back to Grand Baie to stock up some food, get us hats as per wish of Scott and make it to our favourite beach to see the sunset.
The sunset on the beach was followed by a picnic on the balcony with cheese, wine, salami, prosciutto and crackers.
Since our resort only has instant coffee on their menu, my first request was to go to Grand Baie and have in the best German Cafe, precicely in Cafe Müller (because what else would you call your german style cafe, right?) a real coffee. And maybe a slice of apple strudel, because how else would we be able to keep the morning flag high throughout the day? So, we drove to Grand Baie, had a quick swim, noted that our beach is still better and started to look for the Cafe Müller. We found a hindu temple. Stepped in, saw that the entrance is free, but donations would mean so much to them. We looked at the beautiful six-armed goddesses and slowly started to make our way out, when one of the servants of God approached us and even though being on the phone with someone, he managed to let us know that the donation is definitely expected and a proper amount would be one-zero-zero. So that even the dumbest tourstis would understand, what numbers should be on the bill. We didn't interrupt his call to tell him, what we think of it and walked out.
In Cafe Müller it seemed a good idea to have a little snack with coffee too. Scott chose a sandwiches, me a croque. I imagined a nice tuna and tomato filled fried croquet, but what arrived on the table was a grilled sandwich. At least it was good, right.
Next there was a hidden beach on the map, so remote and secret that almost nobody knows about it. Except of the beach faced resort customers and all the locals, who also had discovered it. We took a look and continued to the Pereypere Beach. Also one of the most picturesque ones. Wasn't too bad. Our next stop was supposed to be a great viewpoint with breathtaking views over the Indian Ocean. Turned out that the mentioned point is now a private property and we had to go to the church yard which also has very nice views. The beach had a lot of separated areas and some of them felt like private beaches. We even went for a swim. Or rather just lied down in the water. I drank a coconut and we decided to make our way to that famous chocolaterie.
I had the map in hand, we took off and ... nothing. There, where the best Belgian chocolate in country was supposed to be made, were only a residence and few random houses. We drove on and asked the locals. They escorted us back to the same complex of buildings and indeed - on the other side of the house there was barely readable Van Anne Chocolate re. All window covers closed like there hadn't been anyone around for at least 20 years.
We had already in the morning decided to skip the marmelate masin, because the entrance price was 10EUR per person and walking under mangotrees wasn't exactly what I imagined when I read about the lush area full of fruit trees and flowers, amazing aroma everywhere in the air. Obviously after reading this I didn't expect to see candy lines and pots full of boiling marmelade.
So we started back to Grand Baie to stock up some food, get us hats as per wish of Scott and make it to our favourite beach to see the sunset.
The sunset on the beach was followed by a picnic on the balcony with cheese, wine, salami, prosciutto and crackers.
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