A Journey Through Time at Bois Cheri

As the sun rose over the horizon, casting a golden hue across the landscape, I found myself embarking on a journey that promised to be as enchanting as the tales of old. The South Mauritius Tour beckoned, and I, with a heart full of anticipation, answered its call. Our first stop was the Bois Cheri Tea Plantation, a place where time seemed to stand still, and the air was filled with the delicate aroma of tea leaves.

The plantation, with its sprawling fields of lush greenery, was a sight to behold. As I wandered through the rows of tea bushes, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of nostalgia, reminiscent of the days when train travel was the epitome of elegance and leisure. The guided tour took us through the history of tea in Mauritius, a story as rich and complex as the flavors we would soon taste. The old chalet, perched on the edge of a volcanic crater turned serene lake, offered a perfect vantage point to sip on the various teas and let the world drift by.

The Wild Beauty of La Vanille Nature Park

Leaving the tranquility of Bois Cheri behind, our journey continued to the La Vanille Réserve des Mascareignes. Here, nature’s grandeur was on full display, with towering palm and banana trees swaying gently in the breeze. The park, a sanctuary for some of the island’s most magnificent creatures, was a reminder of the untamed beauty that still exists in our world.

As I strolled through the park, the sight of giant tortoises and Nile crocodiles transported me to a time when such creatures roamed the earth freely. The insectarium, with its vast collection of species, was a testament to the diversity and wonder of the natural world. It was a place where one could lose themselves in the marvels of nature, much like the way a train journey allows one to lose themselves in the ever-changing landscapes outside the window.

The Rugged Charm of Gris Gris Beach

Our final destination was the rugged coastline of Gris Gris, where the powerful waves crashed against the cliffs with a force that was both awe-inspiring and humbling. The wild beauty of this place was a stark contrast to the serene landscapes we had encountered earlier, yet it held a charm all its own.

Standing at the edge of the cliffs, with the wind whipping through my hair, I felt a connection to the raw power of nature. The La Roche qui Pleure, a natural rock formation that seemed to weep as the waves struck it, was a poignant reminder of the ever-changing world around us. It was a fitting end to a journey that had taken me through the heart of Mauritius, a place where time seemed to slow down, allowing me to savor each moment, much like the leisurely train journeys I hold so dear.

As I made my way back, the memories of the day lingered, a tapestry of sights, sounds, and sensations that would stay with me long after I had returned home. The South Mauritius Tour had been more than just a trip; it was a journey through time, a reminder of the beauty that lies in the slow, deliberate exploration of the world around us.