Our plan flight was okay, which by my standards is all I ask for from an airplane. I didn’t like the service though, the flight attendants barely came by to see if we needed anything. When we arrived in Mauritius, it was about 6pm. I so enjoyed flying over Mauritius, what a spectacular place. It didn’t look like any of the other country’s I’ve been to. Mauritius is mostly volcanoes and sugar cane. The houses are small and the road are narrow. When we flew in, there was ash falling from the sky. Not from the volcanoes, but from an old method of harvesting sugarcane. They burn the leaves off, which leaves the stalks and this is where they cut and extract the sugar from the cane.

Maurice greeted us at the terminal. He’s lives in Mauritius, but he works for a travel agency in Melbourne. He took us to one of the luxury Mauritius hotels in his silver Mercedes Benz bus! After about an hour or so of riding in one of the best cars I’ve seen so far on the island, travelling through small windy roads, all lined with 15 feet high sugar cane and small villas, we arrived at our hotel located on the Northeast coast.

My eyes were pleasantly pleased with the hotel. It was extremely well taken care of and the architecture was stunning. The hotel unpacked the Mercedes and we were escorted to a lounge that looked almost like a resort. While sipping my peach tea, I noticed that the ocean was within view. We were shown to our rooms and we had a wonderful ocean-side view. Our room was nice and roomy. We freshened up and met Maurice at the hotels restaurant. The menu offered only the best dishes, it was hard to choose. Our table was poolside and the evening was perfect. We never felt so much like royalty in my life. We felt like we were in a dream, but as we ate our meal, drank our wine and had the most interesting dinner table discussions, we knew it wasn’t a dream, but more like heaven.