laxing

Well it's certainly been a couple of amazing days.

The honeymooning neighbours only relinquished us with a soap opera on full blast at 2:30am, and I've become accustomed to waiting for the chattering and slothful sisterhood rather well.
I've eaten chocolate crepes every morning for breakfast and fear that I may miss the buffet breakfasts quite unbelievably on my return to, oh God, don't remind me.

We ferryed it over to Praslin Island the day before yesterday - and honestly, what a paradise. Little coves surrounded by boulders, snorkeling - with a vast array of lumo-coloured fish...you know, stuff they make movies out of. We also went to Curieuse Island and made happy with land tortoises the size of a Fiat Punto. The island was a place for lepers back in the day, but hell, I don't reckon it would've been a bad idea to catch leprosy just based on the fact you could fanny about here for the rest of your limbs-falling-off days. Fuck it's gorgeous.

I've made a few friends - mostly Creole okes wondering along the beach. I suppose they are in awe of my gold blinkini and want to make its acquaintance. One of our cousins is taking me and my Kiwi cuz to a nightclub tonight for some high-powered rum drinking at a local hotspot in Victoria called The Love Nut. (Perhaps a spelling mistake...but I would've called it The Love Hut myself.)

I presume it'll be hangovers and peeling skin on the plane home tomorrow. God's truth, I actually have to sit in an office on Monday. What utter and deplorable pants! OK, I will not think of this. I have spent so much time basking on the sand, staring at the waves, swimming nine times a day and turning a wonderful shade of ebony. And I shall stuff my little brown face with a final smorgasbord of rougaille, lentils and rice just now.

Oh and Grandmere found a genuine coco de mer on the beach today. She reckoned it had been washed off some oke's boat during the tsunami. Whatever. Canadian aunt adopted a liking to Mahe Kings, the local cigaroo. My family is still very gassy. Perhaps it's my colonial ladylike upbringing - no shut up seriously - but I tend not to burp/expel air/do that sort of stuff out loud. They really don't give a damn. It's a little offputting.

Oh well. Off to eat more food. Bye.