Day 3, Praslin Island, The Seychelles
After a ride on the ships tender, myself and Helen, the ship’s Caricaturist, stepped onto the jetty that led towards taxi’s, tour buses and cars. Still being tired from the flight yesterday, all we wanted was ease and a taxi into town. We soon learnt a taxi would cost 35 euros there, and we would be dropped off in the town. Just as well I decided that was a humongous amount to pay for a taxi ride, as I soon spotted the local bus, that would cost 7 rupees! ( 50p ). Feeling a sense of achievement, we got onto the bus and had an interesting ride around the Island, passing bays of white sandy beaches, palm trees, houses and the odd pop up ” shop ” here and there. Just as well we didn’t get a taxi to the so called town, as we later learnt, it comprised of 6 shops near to a beautiful white sands beach.
WiFi was a difficulty to find, no bar, however beautiful and exotically themed they were decorated, WiFi seemed a rare thing to find. So Helen and I walked along a beach till we found a beach bar, which was the back to a beautiful but small hotel. Luckily, they had WiFi. A local beer for Helen and a welcomed diet coke for me was the order of the day. However, we were pleased to bump into Simon and Tom, who, themselves were on a WiFi hunt.
The afternoon then turned into a relaxing couple of hours, enjoying the facility’s of the restaurant and enjoying the view of what I can describe as Paradise.
Soon time to make our way back to the ship. The booked taxi we thought was picking us up, failed to arrive, so back to the bus it was. This turned out to be an experience with the locals, so to speak. They wern,t phased by the turning and speed the bus driver was zooming along the windy yet quiet road! Maybe this was something they experienced daily as I noticed local school children walking along and Island inhabitants going about their daily business.
Thank heavens the bus driver knew the roads well. Our F1 bus experience dropped us off safe and sound back at the jetty. We happily boarded the ships tender, and made our way back to our floating home.
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