Flic en Flac, Mauritius
The week started on Mauritius and ended on a quiet note at home. On Monday I had to check out of my hotel and wait until 7 pm for my ride to the airport. I spent some time watching the beach:
The mountain in the background has a story. The Dutch stayed on Mauritius during the 1600's. The island was uninhabited. During their stay they brought some slaves, probably from Mozambique. After a few decades, they decided to leave the island and marooned the slaves there. When the French came, a few hid out on the top of the mountain. When the French police finally started up to tell them they were free, they saw them coming and got desparate. One of them jumped off before the French could get to the top.
The week ended at home. I took some portraits of my wife and tried to get one of my son, but I still haven't captured him the way I want to.
We drove down south about 13 miles (Swedish miles ... = 130 km) to visit a friend. We thought we timed it wrong and got there about an hour early so we went on into the next community to kill some time.
Walked around the church:
I have a morbid collection of rocks ... tombstones from graves that are no longer cared for and get piled up along a back wall
And finally I got to do my baby picture too ... just like others on the LUG: