A path along the coast of Mauritius....like in a dream!
I don't know about you but I just love walking, wondering around in nature, feeling the elements, being into the wild. It is a sort of meditation.
The objective doesn't matter, what counts really is what is on the path! and when the path is wonderful, that's even better, right?
and when the path is lovely, I'd like to share it with you so I add it in the
umoov Mauritius Guide
.
I went for a walk from Chaland beach, close to the Shandrani hotel, in the wild south of Mauritius.
I started to follow a path along the coast, a path we can guess trough the wild grass trampled by some cows.
The black rocks that border the coast contrast with the astonishing colors of the lagoon and the green of the veloutiers. I jump from rock to rock
, and stop a moment to observe a ballet of small crabs going in and out the eye of a stone.
The trail continues along a white sand beach where many shelves, corals, sticks and fishing ropes have landed
.
A little further, I see in the branches of a tree, a little yellow bird, probably a canary but it flies away, continuing its path too
.
The trail divids itself into 2 paths now. On the right a path though a forest or on the left a path along the coast. Attracted by the sound of waves, I choose left.
The gentle wind today, just caress my face
and the smell of the ocean almost makes me daisy
. I sit in the shade of a filao and let myself be lulled by the song of the sea.
I continue my walk in the open mauritian heathland. I hear the sound of water flowing and discovers a stream.
From the bridge, I see a few catfish. In the distance a shepherd watches his goats grazing, guarded by several dogs; Sitting quietly in the grass, I can hear him talking to them.
Beside the bridge is an abandoned batisse, surrounded by a wall of volcanic stones. I wonder who lived there, in this secluded, beautiful and wild altogether.
I continue my journey on the sandy path that will lead me up to a beach, where a few anglers, concentrated, are waiting for a fish to bite. But again, no matter the goal, what matters is the time they spend fishing.
Going back through the forest of filaos this time. The trail is lined with pine needles that makes it very soft, almost crispy under my feet. Walking on this carpet of pine needles is quiet fun; it gives me the feeling of being on a miniature trampoline; I adore the smell of pine flowing around me.
Arrival at the starting point, with a sense of peace within me.
The time has passed and the beach of Chaland is now busy. The ice cream van plays his throbbing music and picnics began ...
I personally will drink a coconut water to quench my thirst.
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