There's two types of sand in our world. The one that is blowing in your face everyday during the sweltering Dubai summer, and getting stuck in your teeth, your eyes, your hair and anywhere else it pleases. Then there is the pristine, finely milled, soft mounds that you want to put between your toes.
The island of Mahe in the Seychelles is home to the glorious second kind, and boasts lush vegetation, coral reefs, giant tortoises, and all the fresh fish you can eat - a winning combination for a three day weekend if I've ever heard one! So with map, a rental car reservation and dive bag in hand we traveled to the African island, who still is buzzing about their recent visit by Will and Kate.
So this Matt and Kate decided to see what the island had to offer in 72 hours!
The waters off the Seychelles produce a bountiful catch. Everything from huge yellow fin tuna, to rays, white tip reef sharks, and even a hammerhead were on offer for dinner that night. The scene can be a little graphic with so much carnage about, but the skill in which these fish are cleaned, filleted and sold is truly impressive. See you guys on the flip-side: my dinner plate!
Next stop the National Botanical Gardens to check out all the lush vegetation, and these guys - the giant tortoise. They were pretty friendly, abeit much scarier looking than I remember from the Philadelphia zoo. Matt decided they looked hungry and, naturally, hopped into their enclosure to feed them - he loves developing nations (no oversight). Slowly, but surely, a feeding "frenzy" ensured.
woman's disembodied buttocks. This association is reflected in one of the plant's archaic botanical names, Lodoicea callipyge in which callipyge is from Greek words meaning 'beautiful rump'. (It's also there passport stamp - seriously!)
We ended on on the Western side of the island for sunset, at this perfect little stretch of beach called Anse Soleil. There on this deserted piece of coast we found the most amazing tree that had taken root right on the beach. It just screamed PHOTO SHOOT!
Not to be outdone by the local chefs, we decided to try to try our hand at nabbing some of the local catch. When Matt suggested we go fishing, I was thinking "sitting on the dock of the bay...". Not so much. To get the big game you need to travel out, far out into the open ocean. Then I learned that you need to keep the bait moving to attract the big guys. So after dropping five lines in the water we proceeded to ride the swells in our little boat. Just as I felt like I could, ahem, chum the waters myself...it happened! That fantastic sound of line being taken on all FIVE poles. With four of us grabbing a line, I learned how to fish trial by fire! My adrenaline was pumping and as I battled my beast (30lbs), as the guys pulled in the other fish one by one. At the end I was breathless, tired, and (see Matt above) covered in blood. Had I been fishing, or survived an episode of Dexter?
When you catch a fish you have to drink a beer it's practically a rule, even if it's 9:00am. Surprisingly Seybrew is really refreshing at that hour. Especially while navigating 10 foot swells.
But in island time you are never too late! So in that case we were right on time for our flight!
If you get a chance to go to the Seychelles, just 'sey' yes!