My ideal vacation is a week at the beach with nothing else to do but walk on the sand, swim in the ocean, and read a good book after lunch. I’ve managed to realize this simple dream for years. But my husband’s idea of fun is to roam the world and discover new places. We’ve had several memorable trips to exotic places.
When my husband sold—on behalf of his company—the engine for the jumbo jet bought by the Government of Seychelles, he had to participate in the delivery mission. I was invited to go along on the brand new plane and had a fantastic vacation in a unique area I would probably never visit again.
On D-Day we flew to Seattle and went straight to the manufacturer site. The security was incredible. We were escorted to a huge warehouse where the shining aircraft awaited us. We took pictures and settled in first class for a champagne drink to celebrate the maiden voyage of Air Seychelles new plane.
We were only ten official people traveling all the way to the Seychelles. In addition to the crew, pilots, stewards and stewardesses who pampered us during the two-day voyage, the plane was transporting a choir of thirty children from Kenya. They had come to sing in the US and collect donations for charities in their country. They entertained us with lovely native songs for half an hour before takeoff.
The plane flew from Seattle to Goose Bay in Labrador, Canada, the closest airport to Greenland and the Arctic Ocean. When the plane landed to refuel, we were allowed to step out of the aircraft for a few minutes, all bundled up, and we received a certificate of Recognition for visiting one the coldest points on the globe.
After dinner, I changed my business suit to comfortable sweat pants. We spread out into the economy class, each lying on the whole length of three seats to sleep. I woke up when the plane stopped in Madrid, Spain, at eight in the morning, had breakfast, and changed again into pants and a sweater. A bus took us to the downtown, gave us a tour of the city, and brought us back at three in the afternoon. By then I was getting used to living in a plane and changed to my sweat pants for dinner and sleep.
Six hours later, we stopped in Kenya. A whole delegation, including the Minister of Tourism was there to receive us with fanfare and music. I changed again into a dressy outfit appropriate to the occasion and the heat. This time the choral of children left the plane too. We spent an hour at the airport of Nairobi in an official reception hall. Servers passed around drinks and sweets. The Minister of Tourism escorted us to a terrace from where he showed us the mountains of Kilimanjaro and invited us to come back for a safari.
Four hours later we landed in the Seychelles. I will never forget the reception that welcomed us at the airport of Victoria, capital of Seychelles, as the President of Seychelles, himself waited for us at the bottom of the aircraft steps and shook hands with each one of us, including me!
We spent three days and visited four islands during this trip.
Mahé, home of the capital Victoria and some of the most beautiful beaches in the world.
Cousin, where I was eaten alive by ferocious mosquitoes.
La Digue, known for its beaches with thin golden sand and granite rocks, giant turtles, and huge coconuts. One fell from a palm tree on my arm and probably broke a bone, but I didn’t complain, and I refused to see a doctor, although my arm swelled and hurt for the duration of the trip. Back home I couldn’t wait to have it in a cast.
Pralin hides a rain forest called La Vallée de Mai where the tallest palm trees in the world bear female and male fruits similar to female and male sexual organs. A chapter of my paranormal fantasy, OSIRIS’ MISSING PART is set in the Vallée de Mai.
This was a short vacation that I will never forget as long as I live. Other special vacations have inspired more books.
SAILING WITH YOU A story set in Greece
RIGHT NAME, WRONG MAN A story set in France.
Mona Risk Amazon page: http://www.amazon.com/Mona-Risk/e/B002E1GCIM