AFRICA

Ile Maurice - 12 days in Mauritius

After having visited Curacao a little bit more than 2 months ago, we got a taste of how it feels like being again far away from home. The nine hour flights to the dutch caribbean, differed from the closer european trips we did the last two years during pandemic times.

Checking the traveling updates on daily basis, we were patiently waiting for the news that North America would open its borders again for travelers. And they did, Canada and America started welcoming Europeans again. However December wouldn’t be the best season to get into a holiday mood. Asian countries were still shut down for tourists.

As Mauritius popped up on the list, it just felt like a match to what we were expecting on a last big trip, before Vanessa would start working again, after her 1 year lay off, after giving birth.

Mauritians were enjoying their summer season, the islands looks and feels very tropical, the hindu culture was widely spread throughout the island, street markets, a different cuisine,… everything that we were missing in Curacao, Mauritius Island had it.

It was quite surprising to notice that Mauritius is located on the african continent, not too far away from Madagascar. “Ile Maurice” is the only african country, where Hinduism is the most dominant religion. And while wandering across the island, we didn’t feel like being in Africa, as the locals reminded me so much of indian people… speaking french. As we speak french, it was quite helpful to get into instant conversations.

Grand Baie & Pereybere.

We booked our first hotel in Pereybere, as it was located close enough to Grand Baie, which was supposed to be THE town of the island. It definitely wasn’t the case. Pereybere was cosier, cleaner, and offered the most beautiful beach we experienced on the island. Nothing amazing, but very relaxing with a right mix of tourists and locals.

Food trucks were very popular among the crowds, and they were spread out all over the beaches and city centers. The served food was usually a mix of creole, indian and thai food. Cheap and delicious!

There was actually nothing in both villages, that would cost you more than 1 or 2 hours of your time. We needed to rent a car, to start discovering the rest of the island.

Our first hotel “Bleu de toi” in Pereybere was absolutely wonderful, and it made us feel like being back in Thailand (exotic garden, cosy pool, endless palm trees, coconuts, colorful birds…). They helped us booking the car for our two-weeks-stay.

However…. this was my first time driving on the left lane, with a steering wheel on the right side.
It was really something that I tried to avoid for ages, as I expected my brain not to cope too well with the lane switch. To be honest, it was actually quite easy, because we were renting an automatic car.

Driving a scooter in Bali, was easy… driving a car here in Mauritius, wasn’t equally easy, however after surviving the first 30 minutes, you kinda got used to it.

Next to our hotel, was the hippest spot we witnessed on the island, it was a coffee & breakfast bar called “Bloom”, very stylish with great food, however super horrible service. Besides “Bloom”, the beach and a bunch of average restaurants, there wasn’t much to discover in Pereybere, but we did enjoyed the quietness and simplicity of the area.

Grand Baie was less charming, it was loud, dirty, and everybody tried to sell you something. We randomly discovered the Grand Baie Bazarr on our last day. The shop keepers were trying so hard to make us buy something, that we literally ran off.

Where to stay on Mauritius Island ?

Prior our holidays, we were googling to find the best area to book our accommodations. Most bloggers were writing about Grand Baie and Flic-en-Flac being the hippest spots, and the most lively at night. Were these bloggers right? Hard to agree, however traveling during a pandemic makes every city completely different, compared to what it used to be years ago.

Like on a compass, you can clearly divide Mauritius into 4 main areas, the North, the South, East and West.

North & South

We informed ourselves with blog posts and figured out the northern part of the country would be the more entertaining area. However it turned out that we enjoyed the south much more. The main attractions of the island would be located around the capital Port Louis, and on the southern part of the map.

North sounded more fancy, but it wasn’t. The least enjoyable city would be Grand Baie, that everybody is talking about.

All the beaches we visited were equally mediocre. The surround palm trees made the beaches look spectacular, however the dirty waters, the tons of seaweeds, the rough sand, diminished the whole experience.

East & West

West clearly wins. The major attractions were located on the west side. Inbetween, but further on the west side, you would find “Goodlands”. The most authentic city we had witnessed, as we were the only tourists among the locals for a couple of hours. Temples, food markets, pooja shops, and all kind of shops that actually don’t attract the typical tourists… we loved it. It felt authentic, and completely different than the big resorts, or fancy places that visitors tend to attend.

The West coast definitely is worth the ride to discover its natural beauty, however expect to pass drive many big hotels and golf fields.

Mauritius actually isn’t that small

As we booked 12 nights on the island, we first panicked that it would get boring for spending that much time on the same island. We initially had the idea of visiting Reunion Island during the same trip. We were so wrong. Mauritius has so much to offer, that it keeps you easily busy for 2 weeks.

Our first taxi ride from the airport to Grand Baie lasted around 70-80 minutes (2700 rupees = 54 euro). It felt like an never ending journey, as I expected to reach the hotel within half an hour.

Driving form the very north to the very north will take an hour. Driving from the very east side to the west end side, will take you another 30-40 minutes. On daily basis we spent comfortably 2 hours driving around.


Mauritus can be affordable

Before heading to the island, I was told, that I should expect prices like in Curacao: overpriced food and drinks, and that I should hire a taxi for 100 euro a full day. Here’s a list of some expenses:

  • taxi to airport - 2700 rupees - 54 euro

  • sim card - 400 rupees - 8 euro

  • price of a local meal - 270 rupees - 5,50 euro

  • a fresh cut pineapple at the beach - 150 rupees - 3 euro

  • car rental for 12 days - 18500 rupees - 373 euro

  • local veggie roti (street-food) - 30 rupees - 60 cent

  • dinner for 2 people with drinks 900 rupees - 18 euro (2 people!)

My personal must-sees

Without a doubt I enjoyed “Ile Maurice” as a whole. The whole package made it a unique experience, that would always make us wanna go back. The memories would consist, of the great weather during the european winter season, the beauty of the island’s nature, cheap food (actually most things were kinda cheap), super friendly citizens, the endless amount of palm trees, the right amount of tourist attractions, learning about their culture while following our journey, safety, rum culture, …

However if I would have to recommend something, it would be these following attractions:

  • Sir Seewoosagur Ramgoolam Botanical Garden (in Pamplemousses)

  • sunset bathing at Pereybere Beach (it’s a simple, but cosy & beautiful beach)

  • Vanilla Nature Park (tortoises, tortoises and even more tortoises… mind blowing!)

  • Cap Malheureux

  • Goodlands

To keep it short, I will just summarize these previous favorites.

The botanical garden in Pamplemousses is quite an eye-catcher… it’s huge, it’s green, colorful, and so photogenic. Wanna post some great shots on Instagram? Expect to spend at least 2 hours at the park.

What we did like about Pereybere Beach: it was clean, the bottom of the sea wasn’t muddy, as many other beaches. Barely no seaweeds in the water. People from all cultural and religious backgrounds were bathing at the same time. And by the way, it’s definitely a pretty beach, if you ask me.

Have you ever fed a tortoise? A big tortoise… one that is over 100 years old. These lovely and impressive animals are just laying around at the Vanilla Nature Park. They ask a small entrance fee. The petting and feeding is free (if you find some greens on the ground). Otherwise you can buy some plants for a couple of cents. I would say spending time with the tortoises really made it a happy day. Such cool animals!

As soon as you are driving by the chapel/church “Notre-Dame Auxiliatrice” at Cap Malheureux, it pulls your car aside to the closest parking, because the whole place is just crazy beautiful. The long stretched island in the background, in between blue-greenish water and trees, in the foreground a chapel with its attractive red colored roof. It’s a fest for your eyes. For my taste it’s a little bit too touristic, as the locals are trying to make you spend money for souvenirs or taking photos of the fishermen. But it’s still worth it.

Wanna experience the authentic city life? Go spend some time at Goodlands. Is it pretty? No. Is it cool? Most definitely.


The kindness of the local Mauritians

What impressed us quite a lot, was the kindness of Mauritius people. Arriving at every hotel, we got a free welcome drink. Always without alcohol, but they looked fancy, and tasted delicious. Have you ever tried ice cold & sweetened lemongrass tea. So good!

While we were having breakfast at the guesthouse “Bleu de toi”, the lady who was preparing the food, carried and played around with our daughter, so we could enjoy the breakfast for 5 to 10 minutes. Our baby girl loved discovering the surroundings with her.

At the restaurant at night, same story. The manager took our daughter and showed her around, while we were eating our dishes.

It was just 5-7 minutes, however long enough to just eat without taking care of an excited baby.
Many locals wanted to have her on their arms. They seemed very touchy towards little kids.
This was also a nice opportunity to get in touch with locals, or ask them questions about their country and daily life.

When we checked out from the guesthouse, the lady offered us a cute little dress for our daughter. Priceless!

At our last hotel, the super welcoming manager, threw in a couple of free rums, offered us two cans of Mauritius tea brands, and took some photos with our daughter behind the bar.

We were spoilt with the hospitality of Greek people during our summer trips in Greece. We thought this couldn’t be topped, but look here, Mauritius was just even crazier in that sense.

Vanessa, Valentina and I… we enjoyed our time in Mauritius and would certainly recommend to everybody to visit this gem of an island.

While leaving the country, I forgot my credit card in the rental car, that I parked at the wrong spot, as we were quite late, and we couldn’t see the traffic sign for the drop-off parking. Later, as we were sitting on the airplane, I texted the contact person, and apologized for not making it to the drop-off zone. The gentleman informed me that I had forgotten my credit card in the car. He asked me if he should bring it to the terminal. As it was too late, he sent a proof that he had cut the card in tiny little pieces. A final proof just before take off, how helpful the locals are. Thank you Mauritius!



























Marrakech

These last years we all got bombed with the most beautiful snapshots from all over the world thanks to Instagram. As a vivid IG follower I was blown away by the colors and the antique architectural beauties of Marrakech.

As I was hoplessly browsing for cheap holidays I opted for Marrakech. I was highly influenced by those beautiful photos I knew from social media and I was really intrigued by the arabic cuisine, as I love cooking with their traditional spices at home.

My girlfriend was traveling across Iceland that time, so I thought spending a couple of days in Morocco and planning on visiting the sahara desert would be a beautiful experience.

To cut a long story short, this trip to Morocco hadn’t nearly fulfilled my expectations.

The flight-ticket was a bargain, as I flew from Frankfurt-Hahn to Marrakech for less than 130 Euros (a two-way-ticket). My beautiful riad “Rodamon Riad Marrakech”cost around 100 Euro for 6 nights. Sounds like cheap but great holidays.

As soon as I landed in Morocco the frustrations began at the immigration desk. It took more than an hour to get my passport stamped. Due to school holidays all over Europe, the queue lasted forever. And I guess I wasn’t the only one with a grumpy face in line.

Same case with the queue at the ATM. After two everlasting hours I made it out of the airport, where the first struggles came into play. The cabs.

The bandit taxi-drivers of Marrakech

Just nearby the taxi area was a sign with the different taxi-rates priced in dirham (moroccan currency). The ride to the city was listed as 110 dirham which would be around 10 euro / 12 us$.
I asked the first taxi driver how much it would cost to take me to the city-center “Oh you don’t know the rates? Well it costs 200 dirham (20 euro) taxes all included".

Obviously I didn’t agree with the price as the big sign mentioned the 110 dirham. I asked a second driver “ohh that will be 200 dirham because of the taxes”. I went passed to a third driver. Same story…. 200 dirham.

As it was my first time in Morocco I agreed to pay 200 dirham, and of course I added another 20 dirham as a tip at the final destination, just for being the gentle travel who I am.

On my last day I took a taxi to make it back to the airport, asked the same question and all I got as a satisfying answer “ohhh my brother, of course same price as always, city center to the airport will be 100 dirham”.

So be cautious about the cab-drivers. The lovely gentleman who drove me back explained that it would be better walking 5-10 minutes to the closest parking lot next to the departure hall, because that’s the spot where the locals hop on a cab for a much lower price.

As my riad (traditional moroccan hotel) was located inside Medina, the old-town of the city, the driver dropped me at one of the closest gates nearby the riad. From that point on you gotta walk through the cute small alleys to your hotel.

At first sight I loved the tiny streets that reminded me of a medieval arabic maze. I passed the security guard of my riad and went for the check-in. Actually my riad was a hostel, and I had to share the dorm-room with 5 other guests. The facilities easily looked like the one of 4 star hotel.

I couldn’t wait to start discovering the neighbourhood.


Either the “grande place” or the “tanneries”.

After walking away from the hotel, during the first 5 minutes, the city-hawks made their “first attack”. I was asked by a local if I needed directions to the “Jemaa el-Fnaa” square. I denied the question as I wanted to stroll randomly through the streets and shoot a couple of photos. Just because the local dude seemed to be pretty nice I asked for the “tanneries”, the place where moroccans color the leathers in a traditional and natural way.

Obviously one of his friends was walking towards the “tanneries” and asked me to follow him. I instantly informed him that I wasn’t looking for a guide and that I wouldn’t pay a dime for his help. "No no… free.. no money”.

As soon as we made it the gate of the tanneries another local jumped in and introduced himself as the security guard who would show me around. Of course it wasn’t a security guard, just another local who was looking to make some pocket-money.

The whole tour with a minimum of explainations lasted about 5 minutes. Everywhere was a sign with “no photo” on it. At the end of the mini-tour the so-called guard brought me to a leather shop very nearby and I gently refused his offer, telling him I wouldn’t be interested in buying leather products.

That was the point where I got served my bill on a plate. I didn’t want to be rude and offered him 50 dirham (5 euro) . He asked for 100 dirham, so I insisted in a gentle way “50 d or nothing”. He grabbed the 50 dirham note and left. At that point the first guy jumped in, the one who walked me to the gate…and asked money as well. He wanted 100 dirham as well.

Suddenly I was surrounded by 3 moroccans, all of them asking for money. I started giving them bad names and pulled out a 50 dirham bill to avoid any trouble. They weren’t happy at all, as it was far less than they demanded.

I read about the same story just before leaving my riad on google reviews. And guess what, it all happened to me exact the same way.

So expect to be asked every half an hour “are you looking for the grande-place or the tanneries” ?




Sightseeing in Marrakech.

Well on my first day I was strolling through the old town trying to get some good snaps of the locals or the buildings. After a couple of hours I noticed that there aren’t any impressive buildings in the city center. There are a handful of beautiful mosques in and around the city, however as a non-muslim visitor access will be denied. Outside of the buildings you will see signs with “non-muslims not allowed”. Bummer!

The “Jemaa el-Fnaa” square looks really dull during day-time. It’s far less crowded, and packed with beggars, snake charmers, cripples who are begging for money, a bunch of syrian families sitting on the pavement with their kids and asking for money as well… The restaurants around the main square aren’t that great. I had lunch and dinner at two different restaurants and was kinda disappointed by their dishes.

As I was trying to get some descente photographs of moroccan people, the locals started screaming “no photos, no photos!” and trying to hide their faces with one of their hands. It seemed to be super impolite taking photos of people. And it wasn’t about taking portraits photos, just randomly shooting.

Marrakech is packed with “souks”, traditional arabic markets, which can be compared with streetmarkets in asia. The souks are packed with stalls that sell all kind of ceramics, spices, clothes and local products. The souks open early in the morning and close late at night. You can spend hours at the “souks” digging for antique collector pieces or buying “tajines” for your friends and family.

On my second day I went to visit the popular “Majorelle Gardens” designed by Yves Saint Laurent. You had to pay 7 or 8 euro for the entrance to the garden. The garden was beautiful of course, however it was pretty small and paaaaaaacked with too many french people. The park was filled up with palm trees and all kinds of cacti (cactuses). There was one eye-catching blue building in the center of the park, where all the visitor were fighting each other to take a photo next to a blue wall covered with a shiny yellow window frame. After having seen too many beautiful public parks in Delhi (India) I wasn’t impressed by the “Majorelle Gardens”. It was just a tourist attraction as no local would spend time in a tiny park overcrowded with tourists. No peaceful location.

Within 24 hours I discovered the souks, two different tanneries, the big main square, the Majorelle gardens, passed by the Koutoubia mosque and the beautiful Ben Youssef mosque (as non-muslims aren’t allowed inside the building… you just admire them from the outside), spent sometime near the pool of my beautiful riad. I spent money on ceramics and spices and bought myself a second-hand tajine.

That’s mostly all you can do in the city center of Marrakech, the old-town of Medina. Eat, sleep, spend money, drink tea, spend money, and got to bed.

Photos aren’t appreciated. Too many locals will begg for money or ripp you off when handing you back the change. I really don’t see how visitor could love this place.


From 6 nights to 1 night.

During my 2 days I spent in Marrakech I was so annoyed by all the local moroccans who were trying to steal my money at every occasion.

As I was using my iphone (with a moroccan sim-card) with google-maps to find my way hrough the maze of Medina, I got asked too many times “hey can I help you? are you going to the grande place?”. I gently declined and told them that I was following my GPS. A common thing was that the guy was trying to keep the conversation going on with random small-talk. “Oh it’s this way”… I gently refused his help and replied that I got my gps and wouldn’t need any further assistance. However he still felt the urge to follow me.

Approximately after a 100 meters, they asked for a tip “I showed you the directions you were asking for…be a gentleman..and show me some gratitude”. Of course I wouldn’t give them a cent.

This happened to me at least 5 times within 24 hours. And obviously the conversation always ended with harsh arabic words I wouldn’t understand, high probably funny insults.

At night, at the crazy busy “Jemaa el-Fnaa” square, where you would find endless amounts of locals dishes, the food vendors would grab you by your jacket and pull you into their restaurant. If you pushed them back, they follow you and kept asking you for your favorite food.

As I was soooooo annoyed and felt more than a victim than a visitor I decided to book a flight home on my second day. I was really looking forward to discover the sand-dunes of the sahara desert, a very popular tour which was organised by my hostel. However I could imagine that these kinds of hassles would go on these upcoming days, as the desert-tour would stop at major touristic spots, so I decided to fly back home.

I’ve been to many places all over the world. India and Morocco were definitely the worst destinations where locals would do anything to make it to your wallet. At least in Delhi, there so much to discover, huge amounts of temples, hundreds of parks, statues, markets, fountains and lakes. Things I really missed in Marrakech.

Maybe I was just unlucky and had the worst experience someone could have in Marrakech.

All I can tell, I would never ever turn back to Marrakech.