Stepping into the St Regis Hotel, Mauritius is like stepping into another realm of luxury; your luggage is whisked away by a golf buggy as soon as you arrive, all while you’re being lead down a bridge with the sound of running water. It is an instant relaxant for the senses.
Once we’d given our names over, we were moved to the bar and presented with a welcome drink, along with some banana crisps, before being met by our personal butler and taken to our room.
Now, if having a personal butler on your holiday is something that’s hugely appealing, you’ll love the St Regis Butler service. They will iron your clothes for you, book you dinner in the restaurant of your choice, unpack and pack your luggage and even run a bath for you if you like. Unfortunately for Ben and I, it was one service that didn’t add much to our stay, but we could see the appeal for others.
We just about had time for a hot soak in the bath, before it was time for supper at Le Manoir restaurant. I didn’t bring the camera to supper as we hadn’t planned on blogging about it and I’m glad we left it in the suite. The food itself was delicious, but the service wasn’t great and we ended up being asked three times within the space of five minutes whether or not we were ready to order. It’s not often that you’re pining for slower service but this was definitely one of those nights, especially after a tiring journey! We concluded that we would try one of the other restaurants for the second night and after dinner, wandered the resort to see where else we could go.
Across the pool, was the Boat House. While we were paused reading the menu, a lady passed us and told us we should definitely eat there. She went on to explain that she had eaten at Le Manoir on their first night and was a bit disappointed, but had eaten at the Boat House every other night and loved it. The only catch was that for the next night, it was a special menu based around the fish market; not so ideal for Ben’s fish allergy. Not wanting to disappoint us, though, the head waiter called the chef out of the kitchen and introduced him to us. We explained how disappointed we had been with our meal and he promised he would have something special organised for us.
With exhaustion creeping in, we thought it best to get an early night with an early start in the morning.
The next day started with beautiful blue skies. It was perfectly warm and we made our way straight to breakfast to give ourselves maximum time on the beach. After a gorgeous time in South Africa, but not a lot of sun, we were ready to get our tan on. We shared our crumbs with some new friends and as soon as we were done, pitched ourselves up on a sun lounger overlooking the sea with a book in hand.
It’s apparently a well known fact that the weather in Mauritius is so changeable, although we hadn’t realised just how much. Every hour and a bit, the heavens opened just a little and a dusting of rain fell on us. It was warm, but not hot. Just a comfortable temperature and, when the rain really decided to have a mid-day torrent, we took shelter by the bar for drinks and a snack lunch.
In the afternoon, we popped out on one of the glass bottom boats for a snorkelling trip, which was fabulous for the fish we saw, but slightly odd when we realised we were a few metres from the shoreline and only waist deep in the water! When we returned back to the shore, we spent the rest of the afternoon reading on the loungers and soaking up the last of the sun before heading back to the room to get ready for supper. We just managed to catch the sunset before the sun ducked down behind the horizon and we magically found ourselves at the bar for a few drinks while catching up on some work before dinner.
As promised, the meal at the Boat House made up ten times over for the meal the night before at Le Manoir. The restaurant manager, Naheed, even went the extra mile and personally brought us a bottle of rose as a honeymoon gift. The food, from start to finish, was absolutely exquisite and the service was exceptional. Even after the heavenly food, I could have devoured the pudding ten times over.
We went to bed that night with full tummies, feeling much happier than the previous evening, all ready for one last relaxing morning wandering the resorts beach and stealing some of those sunny rays. Oh, and also have an impromptu photoshoot, of course.
As we checked out the rest of the hotel and checked out of the actual hotel, it was time to head off to our next stop just down the road. Despite packing what felt like ten wardrobes, getting out of the resort was a breeze; my beautifully crafted little suitcase getting me from sea to taxi.