Up up to the North - Cap Malheureux

We drove from Bras D'Eau National Park on to Cap Malheureux where we enjoyed some locals singing in the church Notre Dame Auxiliatrice. Coming out again, we could watch some lady clean and prepare some Snappers they've caught earlier today. Seb, being a curious fisherman, asked the locals who could take him with them fishing one morning. But it was becoming clear that they weren't planning on taking him on a traditional fisher's trip but on a tourist tour. We want to actually fish like locals, so we parted ways and found a new acquaintance - one of the many local street dogs. She was very cute and liked my cuddling a lot, even laying on her side so to pet her belly. There are so many dogs around and they all look rather unhealthy, their fur being sticky and dirty, some dogs have open wounds or have a limp. Every time I see one, I'm thinking of Aluna and how I want to take care of her. I really miss her, I must admit.
We said Goodbye to the doggo and drove in our apartments' direction. As Seb was getting hungry, he looked for a little snack and found one. Dominico was a tiny little shed in a local alleyway where the kids were cycling and the dogs lazily laid on the dirt road. An old man sat behind the counter and listened to the radio. You could see the surprise in his eyes that two white people came across his little snack. He made us a dish of noodles with vegetables and chilli sauce on the side, to that some Tamarind Drink. The noodles were delicious and the drink was way too sweet. We started chatting with the man and found out his name was Enrico. No idea why his business is called Dominico. Anyway, lucky we found it.
Back in the car with some cold beer, we drove on until we stopped by the sea. Why let the cold beer get warm? So we hopped out of the car and found ourselves on a nearly empty beach, two drinks in hands. We explored it whilst gulping down the cold liquids and saw some statues on the rocks. They looked Hindu. Everywhere, there were little bobs and pieces, like offerings to the sea. Maybe for good lucky with fishing?
However, it was nice to look at the little statues, thinking about the people's hopes and dreams in offering their Gods something.
After we emptied our bottles, we jumped back into the car and drove to the apartment at Grand River South East.
As our host Rajesh had told us, we went to his friends restaurant: Carambole Snack up the road. Satish, the owner, had reserved us a table (1/3) and had put a table cloth on it for extra specialness. We ordered whatever the kitchen had in store for us that day and we're delighted about a delicious starter and main. Afterwards, we had a nice little chat with Satish who offered us some Rum tasting. He makes his own flavoured Rum by buying the Goodwill Rum and putting in some Mela (sugar cane syrup) and Guave or Pineapple, letting it sit for 3 months, and perfect. It actually tasted pretty well, even for me. Seb, again a curious fisherman, asked him about fishing as well. Luckily Satish was a fisherman himself, unfortunately with some back pain lately. But he said, he'd see what his back said in one or two days and if it would be possible for him to take Seb with him on a fisher trip the traditional Mauritian style. As you can imagine, we left the restaurant rather happy. On our way home though, we realized that we hadn't given him enough tip for all his efforts. We were afraid that our new friendship would die faster than it began, so we made a plan to go to Satish directly after breakfast tomorrow morning to apologise and give him his well deserved tip.Read more