Mauritius to Maputo

I have been away on the magical island of Mauritius. Magical it was or always will be. I am always fascinated by the culture, the
way the real Mauritiuns live, so meshed with, hinduism,communism,creole,cathiloc(oh thats religion) My point is I love that place.

I found myself wandering the streets of Ground Bay(feel free to correct my spelling) warm and humid,hidden behind my camera, washed off by quick showers of warm rain, just getting lost by myself in the village. But ofcourse being with my dad I was handed a plate of luxury. Feasting everyday, trinying every different dish on offer, with the most quenching pine apple.

I ate, I lay on the beach, I learnt to sail, i snorkled, surropunded by angel fish and water. I believe i have lived under water in my life, so being by the water everyday is living. Then another meal. After a feast of beautiful people, dancing island style. Didnt take me to long to learn. I was suprisingly approached by a girl who invited me in, I changed my ming when I learnt she was underaged, it was hard to make that decision but not appauling had I taken the bait.

Yes sadly there was the normal Family drama, seperated from my father and his obsession with my sister. I learnt more about my brother, speaking truly with tears in his eyes. There is a drift of sadness and a rift between by us and them, my sister is not here nor there,has no understanding for any other and I learnt the very hard way that all I can do is feel sorry for her and love. Feeling sorry for he parents, not so fast as they need to get her some therapy. I fear without an outside influence with mental experiance, she will be far lost to far places for ever and ever and ever but never.

I worked around the lies and pretence that all is oh so perfect and enjoyed the island as much as I could, I enjoyed the ladies of creole , I enjoyed the local food , the warm water seeping through and mostly I enjoyed the Kareoke , I sang Bonnie Tyler and we will rock you, I put on a show, i collected fans , all opver the age of 60, bless them.

I met a 11 year old breakdance whizz, a woman so cooked, my Bi polar looks like dimentia to her, ofcourse we clicked. She believes I will be moving in with her in Johannesburg, where we will live happily as crazies, I will act as mediater between her daghter and herself, she will send me for counselling lessons as well as singing lessons, She was a trip worth meeting.

Ah Mauritius how I love you, your beaches and oppertunities of stalking beautiful eastern europeans on the beach. How I love your coconuts and the breakdancing cage quest, Oh Mauritius how I love you with me in it...

Pictures will be posted when I get back to SouthAfrica, I am sending this from a portugues colnial hotel in Maputo....