Two years ago today, we were still at our first hotel in Seychelles. The food was amazing (the clincher being the breakfast buffet, which included full-on curry!). And if you weren’t feeling particularly hungry, you could just enjoy the view from the dining room:
The lushness I mentioned in the last post doesn’t happen by chance – it’s helped by the rainfall. Not miserable, English rain, but tropical, Seychellois rain. The 12th of July saw a fair amount of this…
So while we did some lazing by the pool when it was dry (I even did some reading for college, saddo that I am!), we also did some sheltering-from-the-rain.
The snails are pretty cool, too (my size 10 shoe is there to help you to fully appreciate the scale of the snail!):
During the day, we had a little stroll from the hotel, found bazillions of little crabs, and failed to catch a bus. This was our first venture into the world of Seychelles buses. We walked to the nearest bus stop. There is a timetable, but it’s fairly relaxed, and there was also some suggestion that one of the buses had broken down, which probably doesn’t help matters. Meanwhile, I found an amusing poster in the bus stop:
Sadly, we’d missed the message by a good few months. I hope it wasn’t anything important… By this point, it had become evident that the bus was clearly not going to be our friend, so we wandered back to the hotel for some beach time.
But the 13th was a very memorable day, with Mum and Dad treating us all to a Creole evening in the hotel. This involved a fairly substantial amount of food…
And some fairly lively dancing. All in, a really great evening.
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Looks like I’m trying to hold Dad up here. Which was probably the case.