· Everything looks like it’s from the 50’s, from our room décor to the small town
· Deserted, gorgeous beaches come standard with your holiday
· When I arrive back at camp, the five week transition will have occurred and there will be new volunteers in our camp and friends will have gone on their way
I awoke with
two glorious hours to get ready before leaving and rather than being sensible
about it and packing up my bags first, I lounged about, had a coveted bowl of
cereal and chatted with Alice about why the sky is blue and other nonsense.
After faffing about we had a mere 15mins to get ready and catch the bus to the
ferry port. We rushed around like mad women throwing bits of clothes and
bottles of sunscreen into our bags and ran down the dusty road to just make the
bus. I pushed my way on and sat down with boxes of cereal and water bottles
shoved in the pockets of my bags which are hanging off my arms while sweat
drips off my earlobes. I wonder to myself why I always do this. Moral of the
story, be sensible and leave yourself time to get from point A to B when you need
it!
Alice and I
took a few days out of our volunteering schedule to take a holiday on the
islands of Praslin and La Digue. We hired bikes and while biking along the
path, going under the webs of golden orb spiders the size of my palm, I passed
a lone tortoise munching grass who was not at all bothered by me stopping to
give him a pat. I continued on my journey and marveled at the trees, flowers
and vines endemic to this island. A wild child with dread locks in his hair and
a necklace made from broken bits of shell ran through the bush.
The slow
pace of life and beauty of the Earth speaks for itself in the photos. Enjoy!
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