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Written by Randall Wood
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Thursday, 16 December 2010 |
 Mauritius is a lovely place, and impressive too. Yes it's a tropical
paradise of sorts, with stunning beaches and long, arching turqouise
bays, and acres of coral beach sand. But those aren't the reasons I
found it a compelling and interesting place to visit, and an example
of a society that seems to be getting things right. Here are my reasons: |
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Thursday, 16 December 2010 |
 Named for a French warship, the sandy beach was decorated with a
couple of remaining cannons, and a thick, stone tower sat just behind
the fringe of trees – both relics of a naval era of centuries
past. La Preneuse had the advantage of sweeping views along Mauritius'
southwest coastline all the way down to Le Morne Brabant, a mountainous
horizon at the far end of turquoise splendor, and it was hard not to
get swept out to sea while admiring the view. |
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Thursday, 16 December 2010 |
Cap Malheureux, the "Cape
of Disgrace" has witnessed an untold number of shipwrecks during the age
of Napoleon. But the bay was jammed with pleasure boats, mostly for
nearshore fishing, none of which seemed overly unlucky to me, and in
the channel before the immense offshore islet called Coin de Mire
("the Gunner's Quoin [sight]")a red-sailed dhow zipped across the
wind. We experience islands differently in an age where we arrive in a
jumbo jet at the international airport, and drive a rented car,
landside, to the points that caused sailors such distress in centuries
past. These days Cap Malheureux' most important landmark isn't a
series of treacherous reefs and tricky-to-navigate currents, but
rather a lovely little red-roofed church, hosting a wedding the
afternoon we were there.
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Thursday, 16 December 2010 |
 We'd driven away from the coast line into the
Black River Gorges National Wildlife Reserve, and were enjoying the
sounds of the forest. Down dropped this little guy, browsing around
for food. Then he got spooked, and climbed back up to the safety of a
nearby branch, posing long enough for me to get this shot.
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Thursday, 16 December 2010 |
 We crossed a few stream beds where the water must run several
meters deep during rain storms; dark volcanic rubble polished round
and smooth by the running water glistened in the afternoon sun, but
for now they were dry. From the hilltop (300m) the view was
outstanding: green and rumpled, as far as the eye could see.
The unappreciated jewels of tropical islands are their highlands,
away from the reefs and the crowds, where the breeze turns cool and
the only sound is the call of the birds. |
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