esmaspäev, 25. veebruar 2019

Bonjour, Mauritius. When you book a holiday under the palm, but find only pine trees on arrival.






Being responsible travellers, we arrives in the airport with enough time to spare on Sunday. Only to find out that our flight was delayed by an hour. Late departure from Tallinn also meant a light sprint to our gate in Frankfurt. We had barely time to sit down there, when boarding started. This flight was on time and already 11,5 unslept hours, out of which a kid not far from us was screeming his lungs out for 8 full hours, we were there. Right after take off, by the way, Lufthansa offered us bretzels and drinks. Additional drinks, including beer and wine and I think, also bränd, were offered during dinner. During the all flight, non-alcoholic drinks, bretzels and New York Cheesecake KitKats were available. And yet Scott asked during dinner that we seem to be flying economy, there were not even snacks before the dinner. I offered that he might want to fly SAS once, where all the alcohol is to purchase only and non-alcolohil drinks are limited to one drink only diring the all flight. And where between dinner and breakfast you can only help yourself to some water.

In the immigration lane, the Estonian dude behind us pointed out some fancier fans in the terminal to his girlfriend and voiced his surprise, what powerful cameras they have here. Indeed, you can be filmed with the "Gone with the wind" hairstyle :)

The frugal Estonian told that we will not pay 55 EUR to take a cab to our hotel, when there is a bus  that would take us to the capital for 80 cents. We started to wait in airport for the bus that never came and made our way to the nearest town, where we were able to catch a but to Port Louis. After that more than an hour long ride where you and a hindu sitting on your left lap and had your own right leg on the lap of the local, Scott said that the experiment was interesting, but will not be repeated. So, from the capital we took a cab to the hotel.

We went to the beach and after consulting the map that told us that there are several places to eat in the neighbourhood, we made ourselves on the way. Turned out that all the fancy named restaurants on the map were mainly little food trucks or food cats, where you could buy fresh juices or chicken curry or something similar. We walked round the peninsula, tried to sneak into one of the resort restaurants from the seansside, but didn't get lucky. They only served guests. Considering their language sillas, we would have not been able to explain them that we are guests too, since we are not living there.

We sat down on the beach, watched the incredible sunset, had dinner in the resort next to us that wasn't as uptight and fell into bed.

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