And when it rains in Mauritius, it RAINS.
We take a rainy dip in our pool, cooled down to pretty chilling, with an umbrella. As not to get wet...!!!
What to do in Mauritius when it rains? Some googling work shows me a few ideas... Crocodile farm?-no, Botanical garden?-in the rain -no! Sugar museum? -No, Port Louis -maybe...
We order breakfast and poor guys arrive totally soaked.
I am watching youtube - Fred Astaire singing in the rain, as it fits the day perfectly. Shame, that the hotel doesn't have this film classic. Tears dwell upon my eyes once again, touched by this honey-sweet romance. Ahhh... the good old days, where did they go? If I would have a time machine, the 20's till the 60's would be my preferred time-destination. I just love the elegance, the romance, the grace and the dresses. Gloved hands and evening gowns, women looking like the dream-beings they ought to be. No hooded, dirty baggy pants culture, women in dresses and men with a top-hat, a perfectly cut 3-piece and those god damn sexy suspenders. Anybody remembers Brad in 'Legends Of The Fall' , with that white shirt and suspenders? I do have a very soft spot for those pant holders... they are just soooooo sexy! Prince, sadly is not convinced and every pair I bought him, ended up in the darkness of the unused(!) cupboard. Maybe in time...
I google the weather on my trusted German side and the outlook is rather bleak. 2009, of course, what else to expect? The good news - no sun, no more brown spots. And of course, the weather will get perfect just when we leave... Prince does not worry, it is good luck to have rain by year's end, he says...
The phone rings and it is Ganesh, the concierge who has arranged for our romantic candlelit dinner on the jetty tonight. He is very sorry to cancel it, but the weather gods are not with us, he says. We know, of course they are not. We politely decline the offer to dine at the 'wine cellar', which really it is just a room and no wine in sight.
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We do some computer work and then go for a dip in the pool. The sea is a no-no today, the color resembling something like old coffee.
I am surprised, that there is no saltwater pool, since the OBEROI Bali has the signature saline piscine. Swimming in salty water is like liquid heaven. Velvety soft, the salt seems healing and caressing, keeping the body gently afloat. A pool, of course, can never compare to the sea...
Doing my 30 laps (30 only, as it is a big one), Prince is trying to distract me with all means. Flowers stuck in his nostrils, leaves growing out of his shorts, like a little boy!!!
I try hard to ignore my laugh attacks and keep my focus on swimming.
Swimming is by far my favored choice of keeping fit and sane. I can swim forever, lost in some sort of uber-world of thought. I have time to think, my mind clear and open, while my body glides true the wet pleasure.
Joining Prince at the pool bar, we are the only guests in this cloudy weather and our request for food seems difficult, as the pool kitchen is closed, due to rain. But once again, OBEROI, 1. class service prevails and our polite waiter arranges for our lunch, sashimi and salad for me and bad Prince a giant club sandwich, stuffed with calories of all colors and shapes.
I remind him, that by the beginning of 2010, sandwiches are history. Time to shape up and get healthy!!!
I promise to cook-light and simple - and sooo tasty, that he will not even notice, that it is DIET time.
The sky is getting a bit darker again and the wind is picking up, so we head back to our villa, which is now our nest. Cozy, warm and always with some hungry visitors - from pregnant cat to colorful birds-, it awaits us with the welcoming scent, that is unmistakable home.
Dinner time is coming late, since we are still full from lunch, but we do go out for a quick bite, both dressed in white linen, with our Oberoi umbrella, we make a bright entrance.
As good as Igor's cuisine may be, after a week in a hotel, every menu has the habit of becoming somewhat boring. Of course, I have not tried everything yet, like the venison, which would and could have passed for Xmas eve, if it wasn't for Prince's fishy order - or some other meaty stuff, but it is just too summery, to try such dishes. My favorite scallop appetizer could be once again the order of the night, but I must taste something new tonight. So I go for the squid ravioli to start and we then ask Igor for a simple angel hair-olive-cherry tomato pasta, simple and summery.
The ravioli is divine! It is like a palatial orgasm and I close my eyes to keep the flavors lingering in my mouth. Mhhhh... I am happy I forgot those scallops just once.
Our(my) choice of wine, is a South-African called Saxenburg, from a vinery dating back to 1693. That is an old vinery, must be good? It is a 2004 Cabernet Sauvignon, Private collection, but somehow we don't warm too much towards it. Full and husky, it has a strange smell, somewhat a bit too earthy, too moldy?
We are having great fun though, describing with blunt honest words, what this wine really tastes and smells like.
I shall keep those remarks to myself, as we did finish the bottle and it surely was not all that bad. Just a bit...
But checking the reviews later, reveals our utter wine ignorance... Are we just tasteless or is it ok to not like wines, which are considered good? Maybe, best way to join the wine path - drink what you like. Considered good or bad by wine experts, what does it mean? You must drink it, you must enjoy it and you certainly must pay for it, so you better love it, no???
Anyhow, here is the proof of our inexpertly -review:
In a jolly good mood we say good night to our team of waiters, only to be stopped by the nice English couple, dining with another set of English. Looking at the table, it seems the solid food feast is long over and drinkable desserts are now on the menu. I decline the offer to join for a nightcap, I am just in no mood to socialize, but after a heated 5 minute discussion about piracy in the Somalian seas, I can see Prince wakening and joining the delicate matter, of 'freedom to kill'.
Woooohhhhhh...
Ok, I met many English and they all seem passionate hunters, but again, this is a subject I could easily loose my calm on. So now we are on to hunting pirates? Captain Jack Sparrow alias Jonny Depp - go and hide!!!
Why not being able to shoot back, seems the right question though. The pirates can take over a ship, shoot and hurt and terrorize, and us -or let's say - the innocent others - have no rights, the couples argue. But looks like the English got it wrong. Prince confirms, that we can shoot back, we can even hire an army. But it is all connected and it is big business. Sounds to me, that everyone has his or her dirty fingers in the piracy pot, no wonder nothing seems to change. So we still play 'Pirates of the Caribbean', even in the 21.Century... Boys...
Boys will always be BOYS. That must be the answer. I just wished, they would all dress like Pirates, how fun!!!
Time to make it to bed. Sonah finds another umbrella for us and slowly slowly, as not to step on any snail (they are sooooo magnificently beautiful, with a cone shaped house, they look like sea-creatures... I will not mention that Prince put one in the sea the other day, trying to save it!!! Poor thing drowned, obviously, and only later on we learned, that they live on land... Since then, we put every little mollusk we find on the mustard path, on to the grassy side, to make up for the dead one... SNAIL-SAVERS) and with the lovely sound of the raindrops falling on our circular canopy, we make it back to bed...
Night, night
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