Despite the early morning, the passengers boarding on a Boeing 777-300 were in great moods, as was the crew. Smiles from ear to ear. All because, well aware where we’re going to be in 4 hours and 30 minutes, because this is how long takes the flight. I’m already flying 8 months and I have never been so happy handing out trays of chicken or fish. The 4th hour of flight is coming to its end and the plane begins to descend for landing. I was already fastened, seating on my jump seat. I look out the window, and there’s no airport! No runway! Only the ocean and several islands looming on the horizon. What the hell?! Are we ditching?! Stupid! I immediately corrected myself. It’s a small airport on even smaller island not a London Heathrow.
The passengers disembarked, so did we. We are greeted by thick air. This sticky, sweet, tropical mix. We went through customs at the airport and meet friendly, fatty Creole, which takes our suitcases (people of not entirely specific race, mainly blacks – 89% population of the islands). Heading to the resort. Everyone in the bus fidgeting, can’t wait to finally change clothes and reach paradise beaches.
And there, azure water, white soft sand, lush greenery, 24-30 degrees Celsius all year round. Such a miracle Creator placed in the Indian Ocean, such a pity that so far from Poland.
If it’s paradise, what there are doing mortals?
Islands as a colony was passed from hand to hand between the British Empire and France. Inhabited only just in the second half of the eighteenth century by the French, who came there with slaves from Africa. The name itself also has French origins – from the name of the Minister of Finance at the court of Louis XV – Jean Moreau de Sechelles. After the Napoleonic Wars were permanently taken over by the British until independence in 1976. The locals didn’t care too much about politics, did they? Who would, in the land of eternal warmth, pleasant wind, white sand with the consistency of talcum powder and emerald water.
We get to the beach, and I am convinced that the ideal, exotic scenery wallpapers from Windows really exists, that it is not Photoshop, not fake. A smile and a sense of joy hasn’t left me all this time. I lie down on the beach and for the first time in my life I say “I love my job!” The other thing is that three days I will be operating on a flight to New York, lasting 13 hours, where I’m going to work my tits off and such a cliche even won’t come up to my mind, but at that very moment I felt just like that.
Together with really cool crew: two girls from South Africa, French girl, Italian girl, English girl with hard to understand, but still charming accent from Liverpool, Egyptian and Portuguese, we dipped in water and started just chilling doing nothing until on our fingers appeared wrinkles from water.
Weddings, honeymoons and couples. Everywhere couples!
We waited until sunset, which I will not describe because this post is already sweet enough. Have a look yourself:
And besides us, in other parts of the beach were watching the sunset couples. Young, older, marriage, the brides and grooms. Seychelles are chosen mostly by tourist willing to pairing up for life or to celebrate already shared life. Since the 70s, when the Arab sheikhs, European and American millionaires invested here in hotels, swimming pools, an international airport, tourism has become a driving force for Seychellois economy, providing the budget as much as 70% of the incomes.
Although the Seychelles are such a popular destination among tourists from all over the world, on the islands itself, there is no sense of the crowds. There are 115 islands in total, however almost the entire population (just 87,5 thousands) inhabits 3 islands – Mahe, where the capital – Victoria is located, Praslin with just one road, and La Digue, where there’re no roads at all.
Evening came to an end and resort opened its dinner buffet. There were fish marinated in coconut and lemon, seafood, various salads, tropical fruits and delicious desserts from chocolate cakes, through the ice cream, to the hot donuts. Unfortunately, as feeding trough opened the pig had no moderation…
Late in the evening was finally time for relax with a drinks in good company, already mentioned above. While we were chilling we came up with the idea of going back to the beach and swim, but this time, using the cover of the night, naked… The sky was full of stars, the milky way was easily visible and our bodies were washed by the perfectly chilled waters of the Indian Ocean… This is what I’d like to write, but the reality was quite different… The tide was out so, this perfectly chilled water at most bathed our ankles.
Very good morning. Day two.
No time to waste in paradise, so I didn’t sleep too much, got up early and together with Italian girl went to find a right spot to take good shots. I’m taking a picture, look at the landscape which I perpetuated and on the display of camera and then realizing that it’s just impossible to reproduce this perfect reality.
There was no breakfast for me, still was feeling full after yesterday dinner. Direction: beach! And again, the views that you can’t stop staring at, can’t get tired of them, just can’t get enough! But on the other hand how long you can do nothing and lie on the beach? So we rented a pedalo boat first to arrive to a place where a long long time ago, crashed ship with slaves, and later changed it for the Standup Paddle Boarding (first time!).
After burning my shoulders and nose in Equator sun, I decided that it’s enough beach for today. I went outside the gate of the resort to see how the locals live, exchange a few words with them. I walked until some Creole stopped me and started asking if I want to see a waterfall (I knew about waterfall, but I was planning to go there later with Rachael – the one with the accent;)). He offered to bring me to the waterfall for a small fee. I asked him if he fall from the horse or something, why the hell I have to pay for it? With the stream of words that flowed from his mouth in English with a French accent (everyone there speak French, English and Creole of course), I learned that the waterfall is located on the private area where is now being build a house for some Russian, and to open the gate, you have to pay.
As I haven’t started traveling from yesterday, I decided to pay nothing and instead talk to the locals and rely on their kindness :) And thankfully those good people didn’t disappoint me. The nice lady with Rubens shapes showed me the way and after a brief chat with guard, he opened the gate, behind which I went under the waterfall.
Waterfall itself maybe didn’t hold the breath in my chest, but it was pleasant feeling discovering it, and for free! ;)
End of the fairy tale
I came back to the hotel to ask for forgiveness Rachael, that I didn’t take her to the waterfall as I promised. Dinner and unfortunately we had to fly back to the desert. For the first time I didn’t want to come back so badly from the layover. Just one day more! Cabin crew was sad, as were the passengers. The plane rises into the air, and on the board was complete silence, from which you could hear a groan of despair because as the plane is taking off we’re losing the paradise under our feet.
As a consolation, at least I have a stamp in my passport which reminds… well, check yourself what does it reminds :)