Arriving at the Angsana, we were tired and
fairly stressed from our previous stay. Ben managed to write about our stay at
the Shandrani, but unfortunately, although parts of it made the stay enjoyable,
there were too many negatives we experienced for me to be able to concentrate
my efforts on writing a whole blog post about it. After all, my mother taught
me if you don’t have anything good to say, say nothing at all.
We had a lovely taxi drive, however, stopping at various places along the route including a rum factory where Ben and
I picked up some white rum to make some cocktails. It was pouring with rain
when we arrived at Angsana, but after a refreshing towel and drink, we were
shown to our room and immediately ordered some fresh lime and ice to get
started on those rum cocktails. Add in a peach iced tea from the mini bar and we
were set for the rain to clear and the sunset to start.
This resort already was much more our
style. Just one restaurant, one pool (unless you were in a villa with a private
pool) and a small private beach. It was heaven to be away from crowds of people
and we felt as though we had so much more privacy, especially in our open-plan beautiful room.
Cocktails in hand, we made
our way down to the beach and perched on a rock as the sun just dipped below
the horizon line.
A few more cocktails
followed as we really tried to relax before dinner which was to be had in the Oryza
restaurant. We were making our selections and were told that it would take a
little longer to arrive as it wasn’t from the set menu but after waiting an
hour for our food, the staff were very apologetic and made sure we had a couple
of glasses of champagne in our room for after dinner which was a nice touch.
Breakfast the next day was a fabulous spread of breads, cheeses, fruit and patisserie. All of my favourite things in one place.
The most delicious breakfast was followed up by a day of relaxing on the beach, playing volleyball, dabbling in rock pools and throwing crabs to stray dogs before we both flopped in front of the pool with our books. Drifting in and out of consciousness, we managed to order a cheat lunch before the rest of the afternoon slipped by in much the same way.
That evening, we swapped the calm of the hotel for an evening out in the local town. Cocktails at a dodgy bar and dinner in a local restaurant along the marina while we were serenaded by an awful guitar player with an even worse voice. We spent the evening laughing and dancing before we realised that we couldn’t keep up with the swaying slurring crowd around us and called our taxi to take us straight to our giant marshmallow duvet haven.
The next day we were really craving a bit
of an adventure and decided to head into the main town centre of Port Louis. To
our horror, the taxi’s were quoting a £50 trip into town, which was
extortionate. We managed to find out that there was a local bus that cost just
50p into town, so we were adamant we would do that instead. The hotel staff informed
us that it was a bit of a trek to the bus stop, but undeterred we set off
They weren’t joking. I was wearing my
favourite wedges of the summer that I had worn throughout the whole trip
(walking with lions and the horse ride amongst other adventures) and even my
feet had started to ache. Sweaty and disheveled, we made it to the bus stop,
paid our fare and we were off. The bus was air conditioned and we started to
feel the most free we had done since we touched down on the island.
It was even a relief to step out into the
hustle and bustle of the busy coastal town and right into the market stalls.
Hungry from our journey, our first point of call was finding somewhere to eat
and we found a simple little sandwich bar that served fresh smoothies and
When we’d had our fill it was time to
explore. The fruit and veg market was a great experience, we picked up fresh
limes for our cocktails as that evening we had planned a night in another local
town. Walking along with our goods also seemed to be a good deterrent for the
other hawkers who left us alone.
From the dark fruit and veg market, we moved
into the lighter clothes and goods markets and through the stunning streets
with a mix of the old and new. Children in school uniforms raced to buses and
open arms of waiting parents while cats cleaned themselves on rooftops and
store signs creaked in the warm breeze.
When the sun had started to set, we made
our way back to the bus station to head back to the hotel. Keen to not have to
do our epic walk back in the dark! It was easy enough to find the right bus and
we got there just before the mad rush of commuters on their way home. We did
panic however and managed to get off a few stops before our own, making the
walk home even more epic.
My feet were slightly raw by the end and we
were very achy which meant cups of tea were due in the bath as soon as we got
in, followed by a trip to the spa to ease away our aches. We hadn’t booked any
treatments, but relaxed into the plunge pool and steam room until it got too
Our table was under the canopy overlooking
the pool. Lit by candles, there was no one around but Ben and I. We ordered
cocktails and laughed about our adventure that day and the experiences we’d
shared together on the trip as we ate a delicious meal of risotto balls, deconstructed Waldorf salad and then a steak each.
We both easily concluded that our stay at Angsana
Balaclava had been the best of our trip in Mauritius. From the staff through to, the room, the food, the beautiful little bay that the hotel sits in and to the
gorgeously calm beach, it almost made us not want to go home.