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Island Gem Five Hours Away
by Michaela Gabriel in Surf travel for chicks | No Comments »Mauritius is an easy and beautiful holiday destination. We really are lucky fishes cause this charming Indian Ocean gem is only five hours direct flight from Cape Town. Air Mauritius allows 37 kg luggage and the islanders are super friendly, honest, and speak French and often fluent English.
Indian Resort on le Morne Peninsula ticked all the boxes for a number of reasons:
- Its situated on the beautiful Le Morne Peninsula, which has been declared a world heritage site because it’s so unique.
- From a SUP (stand up paddle board) the peninsula with its green misty mountain and the palm fringed beaches and the water the colour of glacier ice (but temperature of bubble bath) looks like paradise and reminds me of the pictures I have seen of Tahiti
- Tamarin Bay is 30 min drive up the west coast and even reachable by public transport
- Le Morne Peninsula seems to be most consistent for wind and swell, which also means the crowd in the resort is slightly younger and more sporty than elsewhere
- There are a couple of small vendors under shady pine trees that sell fresh pinapple, fruit salad and cappuchinos at girls beach, which is right next to club Mistral at the resort (I named it girls beach because its where all the girls wait for their boyfriends to come back from kite surfing or the surf spots out at the reefs such as One Eye, Le Morne Left etc.)
- With a huge fruit buffet for brekki, and salad bar, vegetable curries and sea food for dinner, it was easy to keep the beach-body slim, despite several trips to the buffet.
Le Morne Peninsula offers lots of kite and windsurfing opportunities (both for beginners and advanced) and a few gems for those who can surf (surf surf). Read more »
Mar
Madagascar
by Michaela Gabriel in Surf travel for chicks | No Comments »I’ll see you if you get there – “tell it as it is” adventures in the 4th world
Choosing Madagascar was an easy decision. Its only 5 hours from Cape Town, known for empty line ups and the name alone resonates adventure. Friends reckon it’s the Bali of Africa. Going in December – definitely a gamble as it is not known as the swell-blessed season … but hey… I went to Bali in rainy season and surfed until I could surf no more. So yes I was happy to take a chance.
My favourite travel companion and I arrive with an open mind in Antananarivo (also lovingly called Antanananananananarivo) in the middle of the night. Antananarivo or Tana is the capital of Madagascar and home to midrange Hotel Sakamanga. Looking out of the window of our rusty taxi and our tired eyes are greeted with a mixture of Soweto, French Belle Epoche and families sitting around log fires on pavements. An hour later we are dining at upmarket Sakamanga Restaurant socializing with French expats eating duck, in a totally French environment.
After stocking up on souvenirs (like elephant bird eggs, T-shirts and wooden board games) we board for Tulear on the south west coast of Madagascar. Arriving at Tulear our journey is far from over. A little Renault with our surfboards tied to the top with a string brings us to a Rikshaw that delivers us to a hut from where the speed board trips to Anaka (our first surf spot) are booked. It turns out leaving the same day is “pas possible”, so we finally leave the next day when an amphibious oxcart heavily loaded with boards and fellow travelers takes us to our speedboat.
Arriving in Anakao, the epitome of empty line ups and end of the world charm, we are greeted with rustic huts in a sparse spinal forest, local children playing on the beach and the smell of sea food made on woodfires…and to complete the slightly bizarre setting a happy pet lemur walks past on a leash. Safari Vezo, our home, is not a resort in a Mauritian sense but is an oasis run by French, bordered by village huts. Our evening ends with a thick sun set, excited chatting about deserted line ups, excellent French cuisine and a refreshing bucket shower.
Waking up in the morning we note that the line ups look far and the swell is still due to arrive. But, there is an island out at sea and we hear that the snorkeling is good. We leave with a pirogue and an hour later we are floating amongst red starfishes in warm, crystal water and realize no need to be scared of sharks as the water is totally fished empty. Good thing we took our boards because in the meantime the swell had come up and on our way back we join a group of local kids on archaic sups made from logs with piroque paddles on a tiny forgiving inside reef break.
The next morning white froth shows in the far distance and we quickly organize a pricey speedboat to surf a crowdless lefthander to the left of the island (looking out to sea) which later turned out to be Flameballs. Slightly on the gnarly side, the wave is perfect and more forgiving on high tide. Jelly Babies is the easier wave that works on a low tide. Due to the complete absence of wind in the morning going out in a piroque to get to the surfspot is not an option. Read more »