I wrote letters to mum and dad which doubled as my diary/travelogue. Here is a scan of the ninth of them.
Tag: Mauritius
Return To Rose Hill, Mauritius, 5 August 1979
An overview of my 1979 trip to Mauritius, courtesy of the wonderfully hospitable Biltoo family, can be found by clicking here or below:
Here is an extract from my ninth letter, which is in effect my diary entry for 5 August 1979:
This morning we got ready to leave, which we will do straight after lunch. I won’t be too sad to leave, as although it has made a real break there has not been all that much to do here and I look forward to getting back to bustling, jolly town life.
7 August 1979:
Well straight after lunch that day we did leave and got back about 3 o’clock to find the house seeming stale. It was almost like returning home but in a strange sort of way.
Garçon went over to Marraz’s – Marraz was supposed to come to dinner. He didn’t come. But Garçon brought some letters for me including yours and Gillian’s (which was like both sides of the same story from different angles). I get the impression that Gillian and friend must have wandered off, because Rebecca is very reliable as far as that sort of thing is concerned.
I knew that you hadn’t heard from me as early as the 25th, as Mrs B told Mr B you’ve got your first on 26. It does take as long as 10 days sometimes, and sometimes only 5 or 6. You also tend to get letters in bulk, so I’m told.
Anyway, we had dinner with Janee’s brother that night and turned in early.
Dinner With The In-Laws, Souillac, Mauritius, 4 August 1979
An overview of my 1979 trip to Mauritius, courtesy of the wonderfully hospitable Biltoo family, can be found by clicking here or below:
Here is an extract from my ninth letter, which is in effect my diary entry for 4 August 1979:
Here is news of yesterday. We did not go into town yesterday, but had another lazy day. In the evening Janee’s sister and brother-in-law came to dinner which was pleasant. Anil and I both had an early night as Anil had an asthma attack and I felt a slight cold coming on. It doesn’t seem to have materialised very much today, however, and I’m beginning to think it may just be a relaxed throat or something.
An Awful Lot Of Nothing Day, So An Excuse For Lots Of Family Photos, Souillac, Mauritius, 3 August 1979
An overview of my 1979 trip to Mauritius, courtesy of the wonderfully hospitable Biltoo family, can be found by clicking here or below:
Here is an extract from my eighth letter, which is in effect my diary entry for 3 August 1979:
Today yet again we did an awful lot of nothing, with nothing of note happening at all.
Tomorrow I think we’re going back into town for the afternoon or something; I don’t really know
I’ll use this “lot of nothing” day as an excuse to put up several pictures of the Biltoo family down south.
Eighth Letter From Mauritius, 2 August 1979
I wrote letters to mum and dad which doubled as my diary/travelogue. Here is a scan of the eighth of them.
A Day With The Delaître Family, Souillac, Mauritius, 2 August 1979
An overview of my 1979 trip to Mauritius, courtesy of the wonderfully hospitable Biltoo family, can be found by clicking here or below:
Here is an extract from my eighth letter, which is in effect my diary entry for 2 August 1979:
Yesterday we went to the Delaître’s house. The reason that we were invited really was that they have three sons of our own age, (18, 17, 16). The eldest boy has a dark room at home, and not only is photography a common interest… wait for it… he’s an ardent Zionist (shock horror) yes he definitely .wants to live in Israel and feels that that country is his calling. Unusual to say the least. (How many other Christian Mauritians are Zionists, I wonder?) Anyway, that aside, all in all we had a fascinating day and evening there.
I have two strong recollections about our time with the Delaître family. The first relates to the conversations about Israel and Zionism with the son. My political awakening had started around that year and I was questioning much about the status quo. Anil and I had several long discussions about politics before Mauritius and a great many while there. So I recall finding myself, in conversation with young Monsieur Delaître, arguing an equivocal line about Israel and the policies of its relatively new, hawkish government. I especially remember a conversation with Anil afterwards, in which we both bemoaned the impracticality of the more extreme positions, in which one side repeatedly questioned or denied Israel’s right to exist, while the more hawkish Israel-supporting line seemed immune to calls for Palestinian self-determination and/or the notion of land for peace, despite that approach seemingly having succeeded with the Israel/Egypt peace accord.
The second recollection was later in the day, as we gathered around the Delaître television to see the news. The father, Jean Delaître, who was the head of the Mauritian Broadcasting Corporation, had been severely criticised by the opposition party for something or other to do with sport. I think it was to do with broadcasting a sport that wasn’t boycotting South African participants sufficiently and there was even a risk that Mauritius might be excluded from some pan-African games unless it complied, as a nation, more comprehensively in anti-apartheid boycotts. Something like that.
The reason I recall it so clearly is that the news broadcast explained the story one way and then a few minutes later, when Jean Delaître got home, he explained the story from his own perspective, not least the complex web of interests and opinions he needed to try to accommodate whenever he makes a decision. I remember finding that experience very interesting and enlightening. I also clearly remember thinking that it was far too elaborate a story to write up in one of my letters.
Birthday Airmail To Dad From Mauritius, 1 August 1979
The following airmail was drawn by Anil and served as a birthday greeting to dad. I’m guessing we sent it c10 days ahead of the birthday.
Meeting A Footballer And A Grizzly Hare Story, Souillac, Mauritius, 1 August 1979
An overview of my 1979 trip to Mauritius, courtesy of the wonderfully hospitable Biltoo family, can be found by clicking here or below:
Here is an extract from my eighth letter, which is in effect my diary entry for 1 August 1979 – TRIGGER WARNING – the rest of this piece is not for the squeamish:
On the first we did very little in the day but in the evening we had a young fella to dinner who plays first division football (in the team that won the cup); another interesting fellow.
(FOR DAD’S EYES ONLY:– On the way back from taking the footballer home, Garçon ran a hare over, luckily only damaging its head. So we took it home, skinned and gutted it and will eat it for dinner on Monday: – I WARNED YOU NOT TO READ IT, MOTHER*)
* bet that made yer stomach churn, mother. PS It doesn’t have wings.
Dinner With The Delaîtres, Souillac, Mauritius, 31 July 1979
An overview of my 1979 trip to Mauritius, courtesy of the wonderfully hospitable Biltoo family, can be found by clicking here or below:
Here is an extract from my eighth letter, which is in effect my diary entry for the evening of 31 July 1979:
I said in my last letter that there would not be much to report for the next “goodness knows how long” and here’s a letter arriving on your doorstep the same day (I think) as we can’t post letters here at the seaside so the two are having to go together. And of course, I should not of underestimated my hosts so much as to think that very little would happen.
On the evening of the 31st (unbeknown to me at the time of writing the letter on that day) we had for dinner Mr and Mrs Delaître, Mr [Jean] Delaître being the director general of MBC (that’s the Mauritian equivalent of the BBC). He is an extremely interesting fellow, having been in parliament and chairman of the Youth Council for 20 years. (We have been invited to his house for the day today; we will be leaving soon)
If anything ever goes awry with the above link, I have scraped that piece about Monsieur Delaître to here.
Seventh Letter From Mauritius, 31 July 1979
I wrote letters to mum and dad which doubled as my diary/travelogue. Here is a scan of the seventh of them.
