Reflections on Africa

Well, the dream is over and the adventure is nothing but a memory. I'm back home in Australia, it's about nine degrees, and I can't help wishing that I was still exploring strange lands on the other side of the world. My two months travelling through the Dark Continent have come and gone, and the … Continue reading Reflections on Africa

Hey, Mr Tamarin man, play a song for me!

I don't have a lot of luck when it comes to climbing mountains, so I was tempting fate when I decided to spend one of my final days on the Drunk and Jobless World Tour of Africa hiking up Mt Tamarin. The monolith looms large over the southeast coast of Mauritius, and I set out … Continue reading Hey, Mr Tamarin man, play a song for me!

Welcome to the Mau-chine

As I toasted the end of another wonderful Mauritian day with a six pack of Phoenix on the beach, I put on the Pink Floyd album Animals and lay back as the sun bled into the sea. It felt appropriate, because that album is the only thing as surreal as the evening beauty of this … Continue reading Welcome to the Mau-chine

Black River Gorge-ous!

Whenever I climb a mountain, it rains. When I climbed Mount Field, it stormed. When I climbed Ulsanbawi, it poured. When I climbed Le Pouce, it pissed down. So when I decided to hike to the top of Black River Gorges National Park, in the south of Mauritius, I was ready for things to get a bit wet … Continue reading Black River Gorge-ous!

Flic en Flac (yes, that’s the actual name of an actual place)

I've been to some oddly-named beaches over the years - Tasmania's Eggs and Bacon Bay stands out - and I think I've found the weirdest of all time. It's called Flick en Flack, it's on the west coast of Mauritius, and it's a pretty groovy place to hang out and smash a few beers. Just look … Continue reading Flic en Flac (yes, that’s the actual name of an actual place)

Le Pouce… It’s French for ‘Le Pouce’

After making the most of a case of mistaken identity, I was looking forward to a night of rampaging rumpy-pumpy that would put Soviet war crimes to shame, but it wasn't to be. It turns out Pierre has an 11-inch donger, so the lass I was with realised I'd pulled the old switch-a-roo as soon as … Continue reading Le Pouce… It’s French for ‘Le Pouce’

Putting the Delicious into Mauritius

Women call me lots of things, from the West Gosford Wildcat to "Hey you in the bushes!" to names that aren't fit to print in a family friendly blog such as Drunk and Jobless. But the most common name is The Mauritius Delicious, due to the fact that I have Mauritian heritage and am very … Continue reading Putting the Delicious into Mauritius