The time has come to cut the umbilical cord to this nice Island. When the courtesy flag start to shred and the urge to shave your head became irresistible you realize that you need to look for new pastures.It might have something to do with “the grass is greener in the other……………”. After two and a half months I think I have contributed to raise the beer and wine consumption per head in this country and helped to keep the deer population down .
Some things in Mauritius remind me of Spain and they have managed to push up the meaning of ‘MANANA’ one level or two.
Saturday we leave for Reunion, where I will try to burn the alcohol in my system on a trekking trip so to be sure I will top up my tank tonight.