Home to sugar cane and myriad fun family activities, Mauritius is so much more than a traditional honeymoon destination, discovers Friday editor Karen Pasquali Jones
Unblinking eyes stared, while razor-sharp teeth were visible at each side of the snout. “Isn’t she gorgeous, Mamma?” my five-year-old daughter smiled, her small hands clamping harder around the crocodile. “Can I hold the big one now?”
I shook my head, not knowing whether to laugh or run away. While my little girl was enjoying getting up close and very personal with reptiles, I was secretly afraid. I’d refused to hold the baby crocodile even though I could see a tight elastic band wrapped several times around the end of its snout to stop it from biting.
My daughter had no such fear and was now begging to touch one of the 2,000 Nile crocodiles languishing in the pools all around us, basking in the Mauritian sun. “Let’s get out of here,” I said, watching one – five-metres long – emerge from the stagnant water surprisingly fast. “And make it snappy.”
But Anaïs was having none of it. She refused to budge until she’d held a six-month-old baby