Sushi sweats

After a grand breakfast, not being the sunbathing type, we headed to the beach to hire a pedalo. It wasn't until the boys legs burned from lactic acid that he realised I was just pretending to pedal and was infact just soaking up some rays.

G and T by the pool and the boy ordered a 'little' bit of sushi for us to sample (pictured). Clairep - I never thought I could be overfaced by sushi, but guess what, we ate the lot!

A nice long walk down the beach bought us to a public beach where locals enjoyed picnics, sang and played music around tents, playing volleyball and gasped at how pale my legs were! We later found out that, too poor to leave the island for holidays, most Mauritians enjoy their holidays camping at the beach...if only camping was this nice at home.

After gate crashing a very small beach wedding we headed back and stumbled upon a 'secret wardrobe' near a pond in the grounds of the hotel. Inside was an array of spirits, wines and mixers. The boy tried his hand at cocktail making (the second fail of the honeymoon) so we grabbed a bottle of red and found a large hammock for us to watch the sunset from.

An evening of fishy Mauritian delights at the Beach Rouge restaurant with more wine and soulful tunes. A lovely chilled day.