Although I have flown a glider (well I took the controls for five whole minutes!), perhaps strangely I have chosen a golf buggy for my G themed transportation. On the basis that I am absolutely hopeless at golf (sorry dad, I did try!), this has nothing at all to do with my presence on a golf course.
I have chosen the slow-moving golf buggy not because the ride was thrilling or even long-lasting, but because of where it was and the fabulous memories it evokes.
The location was Mauritius and more specifically Le Meridien Resort Ile Maurice. I don’t do luxury very often, but this was a holiday that I had bought for Mrs Wilbur to mark her fortieth birthday in 2007.
We barely had time to consume our welcome cocktail, before we were led to our waiting buggy to take us and our luggage along the winding beach front paths to our beautiful sea view suite.
Buggy Path
We felt like royalty for our entire ten-day visit and the golf buggy ride to our bus at the end of the glorious break was a sad affair indeed, in stark contrast to our wide-eyed arrival.
Our Pool
The Jetty
The Breakfast Room
After all this luxury, I desperately needed the antidote of my backpack, which I was to find with a September trip to Albania.
