The time spent in Ile de la Reunion has been both mentally and physically rewarding. Although not a big island I leave without seen many parts of it. The majority of the population only speaks French but by mixing English, Spanish and a bit of French with a few Pshhh’h and Whsss’s without sounding the last letter (in French the last letter has no sound) I got by reasonably well.
After the exhausting treks, I spend some time mastering the art of pretending being dead, which involve lying still, looking at space and thinking of nothing. I am amazed that something that has taken civilizations centuries to master has been so easy to learn, The more advanced part of this “pretending to be dead” which involve abstinence of food and oxygen should be left to people with Indian genes as they are the true masters in this particular field.
Along the way I met some very kind and generous people like Josian and Marie-Ange and Cesar and Caroline that went out of their way to show me the customs and hospitality of this island.
The courtesy flag got a beating of constant 30/35 knots so the time for the ceremonial head shave has come and to say “au revois” to this place that I knew nothing about until now.