I was so excited when I finally hopped on the plane for Mauritius. I pictured blissful days at the beach, sand in between my toes, tropical fruits…Continue reading...
I adopted these two furry balls of cuteness – The Royal Kittens. Or so I thought, until I realized they were the ones who adopted me. Cats are a different sort of species altogether, really. They come with baggage. And you have to accept them and take them all in, quirks and all. In my case, I took them in with fleas, bruises, little fur and acute anxiety. They were
Mauritian Creole – a short lesson My dear readers, by popular demand the Mauritian creole lesson makes its comeback. To be honest, I never thought my short creole lesson would have that much positive feedback from you. I’m pleased to know that I can help you interact more with your Mauritian partner. This one is for you dear reader who emailed me (you know who you are!). In this second part of
I have been pondering more and more about the meaning of love in the context of being a digital nomad. Or being a nomad, period. As a nomad, you get to feast your eyes on gorgeous sights and landscape around the world. You enjoy being wined and dined under the stars, by the beach, in a mountain chalet with some of the world’s most delectable dishes. You meet amazing people,
With my strong desire to explore what was beyond the beautiful lagoon of Mauritius island, I set off to travel solo and discover the world on my terms. My first solo trip was aged 16, when I went to visit relatives in Reunion Island. Despite the fact that this was a short plane trip from Mauritius, my life was forever changed after that. It had definitely been more than a holiday for me. It had been transformative
Before I set about to return to my home country, the island on which I was born, I had to prepare myself psychologically. While being nomadic is fascinating and exhilarating, the return to your home country entails a good dose of feeling misunderstood and suffering from post-trip depression. The first time I returned home after three years of living overseas, I came back to a shock – I had lost my
It’s the birthday of my slow travel blog! Not a cheesy person by nature, I completely forgot about it, until I did a check on my domain tonight (what are the chances?) and realized that I purchased it exactly two years ago. I’m terrible at dates and if it wasn’t for Facebook, I would probably not remember my friends’ birthdays (or my own, for that matter). I therefore love how life
As an island girl, I do need beach therapy often. Being by the ocean has this calming effect on me. It comforts my soul, brings rest to my mind and leaves me feeling relaxed. So relaxed that I often feel sleepy after spending time at the beach! Have you ever felt this way too? The marine air contains ions which helps in the production of serotonin, thus making and keeping