Packed

Today is our last day and it is still really packed.

After our last delicious breakfast, the first stop is at the fabric dealer we trust. I need a brown cloth, but he can't get that for me; the color doesn't work that way. Well, then I decide on 2 other colors, and Ira takes one as well. So 3 for 15€ - today he won't negotiate anymore.

Next item on the agenda: Frisbee golfing and the mall (which is on the way), we still need the souvenirs for the boys. Ira and Micha are not interested in throwing discs, so we drop them off on the way to the mall. If we take too long, they want to walk back.

The Frisbee golf course is about 45 minutes from the hotel.

We decide to take the shorter route without traffic. We just didn't consider that it goes up high. Schahaatz suddenly says, “Hmm I feel pressure in my head. The diving instructor said 300 meters is no problem. We're now at 350 m and the summit is not yet reached. Mister Google says 400 m is the maximum. What now? You can't just turn around on the highway, especially not when it is also structurally separated. Schaahatz goes full throttle - eyes closed and go for it. 400 m - 430 m - 470 m and then it finally goes down slowly and the head becomes clearer again.

The court is supposed to be a 9-hole grass course. A beautifully designed garden,

with something like golf holes. No baskets.

On Udisk, there is also no map showing where the tee-off points are and how far the distance is. So we stand a bit at a loss, searching in the midday sun, wondering where it might start.

Eventually, we find a stone that says 35 m. We take that one now and throw it into the hole with the pole on the green (brown).

I think we played 5 or 6 holes, then I didn't feel like it anymore; I felt bad and hot.

We head home. This time the longer traffic route, but at least flat.

Meanwhile, Ira and Micha are already back at the hotel, so we quickly grab the souvenirs and return to the hotel.

Actually, we wanted to do a rum tasting, but since we have our massage appointment at the spa at 3:45 PM, unfortunately, that has to be skipped this vacation.

After so much action, we deserve the massage too. An hour and a half of being massaged from head to toe. All 4 in parallel in two couples' cabins.

Completely relaxed and oiled, we enjoy the last sunset of the vacation at the beach.

No one really wants to think about packing the suitcase.

Schahaatz launches the drone again and starts a conversation with his dive partner, who had to stop during the second dive. We learn that she is a Chinese real estate agent, Diyan from Dubai, who has flown to Mauritius for a week to unwind. She flies back in the evening.

Now we still have the casual packing of the suitcase ahead of us.

We enjoy the last dinner in the 2nd A-La-Carte restaurant, with Italian dishes.

One last cocktail at the bar and then it's off to the room and then to bed, because the night is short and the suitcase is not yet ready.