Whatshot
Through my eyes
Through my eyes
Date: 2016-03-18
He is taking us on our last little adventure through the back roads of Mahebourg, the neighbourhood close to where the airport in Mauritius is situated.
It's deserted at this time of the morning. Long gone are the locals who came here in their hundreds to celebrate the Mauritian Independence Day - 48 years of freedom from the British and French colonialiststhe patriotic flags fly high here even now we spot a few cars adorned with the colourful Mauritian flag.
We have spent our last few days on the island in Marc's beach cottage, situated in Pointe D'Esny drinking imported French wines, soaking up the creole lifestyle of the privileged few and we have fallen in love - I mean seriously smitten with the island life.
I cannot stop my heart from breaking. I do not want to leave this life of eternal beach party, beautiful people and their friendly dogs and their humbling attitude to life. I look for the last time as the sun rises from the Ocean and feel a tight squeeze in my chest.
It's the first time we feel so broken about leaving.
All our universal conspiracies about global demise fly out the window after just two weeks in Mauritius.
Their economy is growing, their foreign investors are happy and pumping more into the thriving market and the lifestyles are improving.
New schools are being built. Environmental solutions are being put in place and the president just announced a 75 billion Rupee five-year plan investment to improve their road networks to stimulate a more efficient transport system.
But for us Mauritius was not about that, Mauritius, this time around has become something of a dream lifestyle. A place we could relocate to and start a new life in. I never thought I would say it but after fourteen days and after exploring the islands widths and breadths, meeting its incredible inhabitants and the local expat community we know, we just knowyou know, when you know you know.