It is easy to relax and have fun in Mauritius. Beyond the beaches
and resorts (enough of those for a small island), a few car trips inland took
us to other lovely and interesting places.
A dormant volcano, Trou
aux Cerfs (about 600m high, 80m deep and 300m diameter) with a
well-defined cone and crater actually had Rolf walking around the lovely crater
rim! No doubt he would have called it off as a high-risk activity if he had
known it “could become active at any time within the next thousand years” (Wikipedia)!?
Another reason to get up here is the spectacular views.
Also in the high central areas of Mauritius is Grande Bassin
(Ganga Talao), a crater lake about 1800 feet above sea level and very chilly in
winter!
This is the most sacred Hindu place in Mauritius and it must
be astounding to be here during the annual pilgrimage.
Driving through the Black River Gorges National Park (where
we debated hiking, but one of us suggested deferring this fun to another day),
we looked down at the sight below, and decided we should take Ketoro to that
small island, Ile aux Benitiers, inside the reef.
So to get closer to that goal, first Black River lagoon (Grande
Riviere Noire) saw us dropping anchor a while later, and the calm and quiet
with the backdrop of the Black River Mountains was a very pleasing contrast
from Grand Baie and Port Louis.
It is not only the local fishermen going fishing: this is
the main base for big game fishing and marlin boats go out daily.
So now we had to get Ketoro from Black River to Ile aux
Benitiers, as we had promised ourselves!
After a reconnaissance trip with GPS,
fish finder, iPad, beer (this is becoming routine with us!!) we found that
there is a deep channel going in, and it was easy to get near to the island if
we followed our iPad track carefully.
Safely in the channel but very aware that the chart detail is about to end abruptly |
View south from Ile aux Benitiers anchorage |
Ile aux Benitiers island is flat and low and dry, but a good break from the boat.
We were captive in this anchorage for many hours, however,
as gales came up and we did not dare take on the narrow, winding channel with
the forces of wind and waves waiting to make mischief.
Leaving there finally, we sailed north up the west coast towards
Port Louis and Grand Baie again - beautiful, distant views of emerald sugar cane
fields at the base of the mountains.
Up close on land, the sugar cane was flowering…
After harvesting, the remaining plant material is evidently burned
at the power station and great clouds of black ash sweep over the island…. settling
mainly on all the white boats!!
Patrick and Sandy came to the boat for 5 days and experienced
rather grumpy, windy, thundery weather. But friends will always have fun
together, and happily they know us and the boat and the folly of fixed plans
when sailing.
So it was that one day, trying at least to fulfil our
promise of a trip to a nearby island, we experienced, in this order and in the
space of 40 minutes of leaving the Grand Baie anchorage: the water-maker died; the
predicted 16knot winds were actually a 35knot gale; the port engine overheated in
a cacophony of engine alarms as we approached the rocky island. We battled to hold course against wind and
current on one engine, but when it was quite obvious that the cliffs to leeward
had joined the conspiracy and were moving towards us, we were too close to try
to sail out of trouble and had to abuse the starboard engine in hard astern for
several long minutes to keep Ketoro off the rocks (or start up and really cook
the overheated port engine).
In the subsequent discussion on whether to press on (after repairing the port engine) our friends understandably voted for drinks
back in Grand Baie, where we remained to contemplate the bloody water maker while
sending them off on the dinghy to explore ashore.
It was clearly not a turquoise-water day, and they just
managed to scramble into a restaurant to sit out the rain-squall before
returning “home”!
Much of our entertainment comes from watching the fun
activities of tourists to the island. It is actually very easy to spy on others
when their activities are water-based and whizzing around our boat.
So we watch
the water skiers: the expert ones (very few) confidently slalom and jump the
wake with panache; the learners (frowning with fierce concentration, arse out,
shoulders forward) try not to fall. The learners fall. The learners flip,
tumble and shriek. The learners hit the decks.
And we watch the windsurfers: they all seem to be expert
here, and the colours are brilliant.
And we watch the parasailors overheard. They generally
shriek initially and then become speechless – unfortunately we are too far to
see their expressions; awestruck, dumbstruck or rigid with fear? Sometimes they
too are novices and the winds are strong; this is a bad combination, but
handled well by the speedboat drivers: they go slowly. Sometimes the winds are
very strong and the boats go…. Well, slowly: backwards.
And the dinghy sailors usually get great and challenging winds
here, and this lot raced us into the bay…
And when the wind dies, they contemplate the horizon and wait
for the breeze!
Then also, we watch the odd assortment of inflatable stuff
being dragged behind speedboats: bananas, armchairs, boards… always with lots
of shrieking.
Grande Riviere Noire provided a new twist: tiny jet-engined
rigid inflatable boats for hire… they move as a fleet with their own lead / security
boat. Watching from Ketoro: the powerful security boat goes out, stops ahead of
us, and with a variety of energetic hand signals tries to communicate to
testosterone-laden jet-boat drivers to spread out and remain behind him. Time
passes as we watch the drivers with their nonchalant lack of co-operation barge
around in their new-found toys. Eventually order is restored, the hapless
passengers’ white knuckle grips relax, and they race off to nowhere and back after
about 30 minutes.
Heading into Ile aux Benitiers channel, they appeared like a
line of skirmishers!
Now that Sandy and Patrick have gone, what are we up to?
Preparing for more fun.
How?
Irene finds prehensile toes are a boon working with baby netting in the wind! |
Baby net!
So this is what sunset looks like from behind the safety net. Beautiful!