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An overview of my trip to Mauritius, courtesy of the wonderfully hospitable Biltoo family, can be found by clicking here or below:. Here is an extract from my sixth letter , which is in effect my diary entry for 25 July Today was even more interesting \[than 24 July\]. We went to see the largest sugar factory in the world; Flacq Union — and saw the town of Flacq …. I think that massive old sugar factory in Flacq must have closed down by now. But fear not, Alteo , for example, still refines plenty of sugar in Mauritius 40 years later. We intend to spend a full-half day or whole day there photographing and observing. It was just a nice beach back then. Now sugar cane plays a small part, while tourism is a major part of the economy. Another topic from the Overcrowded Barracoon came up that day, which affected me deeply and triggered an element of political alertness in me that remains to this day. You could walk through the front door and be served. We could only enter through the back door and could only serve people like you. That conversation really brought home to me what apartheid was. The little I knew of it, I realised it was bad. Also that it was stopping a darned good cricket team from playing international cricket. But on my return from Mauritius, I found myself quite avidly anti-apartheid. I switched away from Barclays Bank as soon as I was able and abstained from South African fruit and wine until apartheid was over. Here is an extract from my sixth letter , which is in effect my diary entry for 24 July Mercifully there is no photographic evidence of me and Anil having a good time with the Creoles we met. One strange coincidence, writing 40 years on, is a more recent connection with Telfair Garden. A very brief background to this travel adventure is covered in the overview posting linked here, which contains links to photos and cine. Here is a scan of the fifth of them. Here is an extract from my fifth letter , which is in effect my diary entry for 23 July Then we went in the afternoon for a drive around some of the sites of Rose Hill. We went to Balfour Garden, where there is a beautiful view of waterfalls and they have giant tortoises. We then went home and I went to bed quite early and slept well. Here is an extract from my fifth letter , which is in effect my diary entry for 22 July We went to his house for lunch and then went on to the races. We youngsters just took his tips for the low stake game, so we made pence rather than pounds although Anil made about 5 pounds as he bet a large amount and won on the last race. Marvellous when the horses get into the final straight. Everyone gets really excited and jumps up and down. We had supper there and returned. Here is a scan of the fourth of them. Here is an extract from my fourth letter , which is in effect my diary entry for 21 July We went out this morning. Then we had lunch. This afternoon we went for a ride with Jan down to the south coast Gris-Gris — where we will be staying week three I think. On our return we got ready to go out this evening. We went to a wedding ceremony and feast the ceremony of the night before the wedding. The feast we ate with our fingers off coconut leaf plates. It was a superb experience to see this and we will be going to another wedding next week, and they will let me take photographs there. In the late evening Anil and I went for a walk and we saw a lorry full of workers from the sugar cane fields making carnival, which was great fun. In the event, we never did get to the wedding ceremony where photographs were to be allowed. But I do have two strong anecdotal memories for events during the wedding ceremony we did attend on this day. I was really struggling with the business of eating with my fingers. An old lady shrieked out a few words in Mauritian Creole and everyone within earshot burst out laughing. Secondly, I recall trying cannabis for the first time at that wedding. I had been forewarned about this opportunity and in fact tried smoking cigarettes or little cigarillo things with Anil on the beach two or three days before the wedding and subsequently by way of preparation. It seems that Mauritius had relatively tolerant laws with regard to marijuana in those days, such that, as I understood it, although it was illegal to buy, sell or smoke the drug on the street, it was legal to grow it for certain legitimate purposes, one of which was for use in wedding ceremonies. Lots of people were having a toke at the wedding. For some reason, I omitted these smoking and cannabis-related details from the letters to my folks. The poverty we see around us is quite perturbing, although I find myself acting very much like the better off native people here; trying not to see the poverty. In many ways, however, it is quite accurate to call it a Paradise Island. The feature that surprises me a little about the island is how very clean it is. It is quite compatible with the continent and even England these days. Here is an extract from my fourth letter , which is in effect my diary entry for 20 July In the morning we went to Lynford Smiths. At first he was out, so we waited for him. More important than the mundane conversation I had with that great anti-apartheid campaigner that day, was the more general political awakening I had, while I was in Mauritius for those five weeks, to the evils of such racism. More on that anon. Anyway, then we went to Flic-en-Flac the seaside where we swam. Marraz and I snorkelled and we had lunch. We had a wonderful discussion and meal there. Here is a scan of the third of them. Here is an extract from my third letter , which is in effect my diary entry for 19 July This morning we wrote some letters and went out. We met one of our new found friends who works in the bakery and he showed us around that. Then we returned home, had lunch, and the Marraz took us to see the sugar plant — a most interesting sight, sweet!!? Then we came home to meet Jan Sooknah. Marraz is a superb player. He used to play for a first division team and without him his team would never have drawn two-all. Jan is okay but too fat!!! Then we went home for supper, which was a superb curry. The food is all marvellous here. A bit of bad news. What I plan to do is to bring home the binos and buy something here. In a way it is good, as Marraz has no car at the moment as it is being repaired, so plans have been changed and we will stay with lots of other relatives during the five weeks, so I can buy several small gifts. I think this might have also been the day that I bought some hand-crafted silver earrings for Grandma Anne. I wanted to get her an especially nice present, as she had always been very generous to me and in fact might on reflection have part-funded my flight to Mauritius. It was an in-joke in the Harris family that Grandma Anne never really liked the presents she was given and that she had a trunk into which she threw most such presents after receiving them with grace, the present never to be seen again. But she did like big, dangley earrings and I took soundings with Marraz and Anandani. The latter was the school mistress at the local primary school. She suggested that I go to the parents of one of her charges. They were silversmiths and would have a range of hand-crafted silver earrings of every possible description. Anandani sent Bhavesh with me and Anil on this errand. Bhavesh blurted a message in creole to the parents, which Anil loosely translated as a statement that I was, to all intents and purposes, a member of the family and a threat that all hell would break loose if they tried to charge me a tourist price rather than a sensible price. I chose a particularly dangley pair of highly-crafted silver earrings. They quoted a price. It sounded fair to me, but I asked them, through sign language and some very rudimentary Creole if that was the last price. They assured me through sign language and expertly-deployed Creole that it was absolutely the local, last price, below which they simply could not go. Anandani seemed very satisfied that she had done her bit when i showed her the wares and told her the price I had paid. Grandma Anne said that the earrings were lovely when i gave them to her, but I still half-expected never to see them again. Except that is not what happened. In fact, Grandma Anne was rarely seen wearing any other earrings for the rest of her life — albeit only a couple of years. Either she genuinely liked them, or she was genuinely proud of the story — i. In any case, the gift was a great success. Previous page Page 1 Page 2 Page 3 Next page.

Buying marijuana Belle Mare