A FRENCH ISLAND THRILLER!
Volcanic Reunion in the Indian Ocean will take your breath away
We could be entering a kingdom imagined by Tolkien. My fists clench as the chopper surges down a sheer gorge, skimming past the forested edges, a waterfall bubbling away beneath. For such a small island — it’s the size of dorset — Reunion makes you feel tiny. No wonder the French snapped it up in the 17th century. In the Indian ocean, 1,300 miles off the east coast of Africa, it is the eu’s very furthest outpost.
It shares a bloodline with Mauritius, 140 miles away. Both burst into existence from the same volcanic hotspot, their mountainous hearts a reminder of violent beginnings. But they couldn’t be more different.
Beach-lovers don’t bother with the 30-minute flight from Mauritius to Reunion. And you’ll need more than a swimsuit on this island, which is made for adrenalin junkies.
No one encapsulates this spirit better than our runner and surfer guide Alexis Vincent, who I am following, gingerly, down 12ft of jumbled rocks into a narrow cave.
using our headlamps we duck dripping stalactites. Are we traversing a centuries old cave? No. It’s the same age as Alexis: 31.
Hidden across Reunion, these lava tunnels form when the crust cools around a flowing core. They are the work of Piton de la Fournaise, one of the world’s most active volcanoes.
Back in daylight, we bound over fields of solidified lava, like wrinkled elephant’s skin, broken only by the crowns of trees poking through their basalt tombs.
Another volcano, lurking underwater off the coast, causes strange deep-sea fish to float, ready cooked, to the surface. But as we hike up to the breezy clifftops above Grand Anse beach, I spot the spout of a blue whale.
Reunion isn’t only a showcase for nature at its most impressive, it also delivers a flash of France.
In Saint-Pierre, on the south coast, yachts are moored and anglers in striped jerseys are fishing. ‘our capital is Paris!’ our driver declares. I daren’t say it’s actually Saint-denis. cuisine is, inevitably, a fusion — and a tasty one. The samosas I buy from SaintPaul market are filled with ‘poisson et fromage’, and a typical lunch is vanilla-curried duck. In true French style, we drink wine with lunch. like true creoles, we bookend each meal with rum. From the town, it’s a winding 90-minute drive up to the rainforest of cirque de Salazie, one of three collapsed volcanoes, which, along with la Fournaise, engulf the island’s centre. Mist rising from the canopies is an atmospheric backdrop to the pastel houses. Returning to my resort, lux* Saint Gilles, is a treat after the day’s adventures and every evening I swim in the ocean. luckily, lux’s white beach is on a coral-protected lagoon, so unlike most of Reunion’s shores, it’s safe to swim. Those mighty swells, which attract world- class surfers, are shark infested. Attacks are rife. Alexis has been face to face with a bull shark. did it put him off? ‘ Non! I’m an addict,’ he says. With two surfers killed in the past year, the sport is now banned everywhere apart from two beaches, which are rigged with nets. Mauritius, on the other