We have been here, in Mauritius, for a few weeks and haven’t really ventured out of the incredibly comfortable anchorage of Grande Baie. We see the impressive spires, off in the distance and remark that we should probably go check those out before we leave.
On Friday night we ran into Herman again, and he invited us to join a group of his friends for a hike up Le Morne Brabant. We couldn’t turn down such a great offer, even when it came with a 5am wake up call.
Le Morne was a place where escaped slaves fled to for refuge. After the abolition of slavery, the police came to let the slaves know that they had been freed. Misunderstanding the purpose of the visit, the slaves threw themselves from the spire, rather than return to slavery.
Miles and I did this somewhat technical hike (there were ropes for the last kilometer or so) in our flip flops. A distinction that earned us some odd stares and comments from the mass of hikers that were coming up as we descended.