I’ve skipped the 14th of July. We mooched around the hotel a bit. I discovered the £7 shop from a local store had come out on our bank statements at over £100 (it somehow sorted itself out – I have no idea what happened!), and we had a lovely final night at our hotel, enjoying the ‘free’ treats in the restaurant that had been a bonus when we’d booked the room.
And then on the 15th, it was time to move on. We packed our bags, left a few at the hotel (we didn’t need everything we’d brought for the next few days on smaller islands) and headed back to the coast for a boat trip to Praslin.
The trip over to Praslin was, without a doubt, the low point of the trip. It had its ups and downs, and ups and downs, and ups and downs, lurching us all the way from one island to the other. Mum could barely stand by the end of it, and the rest of us were feeling queasy at best. There’s a lovely photo of Luke and his cousin on the boat at the start of the journey. The smiles on their faces show that ignorance really is bliss, because if they knew what the journey they were about to embark on was going to be like, they definitely would not be smiling!
Nevertheless, we got there in one piece. Our accommodation was about 200 metres from the port, which was handy! We stayed in Le Port Guesthouse – the proprietor was lovely, the room was great and the coconut ice stuff she’d made for us was delicious!
We went to the Vallee de Mai. Sadly, I’m pooped (as I’m writing this after 11pm) so the photos of that aren’t going to make it into this particular iteration of the blog! Maybe I’ll add them tomorrow… It was spectacular, though!
longingtobeholy 
Jolly decent of you not to mention that I was throwing up practically for the whole journey. And had to be heaved out of the loo by 2 stewards because I couldn’t walk! Oh – I’ve said it now….