He steals seashells from the Seychelles

Morning on the beach at the hotel
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The beaches here are scattered with so many shells.  I was waiting on a bus standing in that kind of waste land space on the side of the road and found about 7 different types of shells.  Some I had never seen before.

My final full day of Seychelles I wasted the morning writing my blog when I should have been out on the beach.  By the time I did get on the bus and to Beau Vallon, another heralded beach, it was overcast and then pouring rain.  There is just so much playing in the rain on the beach one can do before the whole scene is all wet.  I basically spent the day on public buses which is the only deal on the islands - a mere 3 rupees.  We went up and down the hills through small rural areas past the many storefronts all run by East Indians, past forested beauty and muddy bays and more rain.

Downtown Victoria with it's Big Ben creole style
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I decided to go to the movies.  The one theatre in the capital, owned by east Indians,  was showing Blood Diamond.  There I was the only white person in the room watching a movie about how very rich white diamond/gun merchants prosper from the chaos, destruction and death of Africans.  I felt a bit conspicuous.  Maybe guilty for being from the US.  And a little bloated from the fish and chips.  The movie time was 9pm.  When I bought my ticket at 5 till nine the counter guy said come back in twenty minutes.  They had an actual intermission with a pause and a rush to the candy counter.  The people of these Islands like their sweets.  And creole ladies of a certain age got some back if you know what I mean. I left the theatre at intermission because I could not stay awake.   I have no energy after 10:30.  Very sad.

The market in Victoria.
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The next day I wanted one last time on the beach so I hired a cab like the first day only no porn video onboard and was dropped off for two hours at a site that rivaled any of the others.  Anse aux pins.  Beautiful little rock island set right off from the beach.  It was Sunday and all the folks went to church early then families gathered on the beach for frolic and cookouts.

Of course they took it all in stride but another downpour meant what I had brought to the beach got soaked in the rain.  Luckily I had two hours at the airport to dry out, change and spend the last of my rupees on a kitkat bar which after 3 months of not eating such a thing was so very finger licking good.

A local squash
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ps.  if you look at the map here at realtravel it shows La Digue somewhere in the North sea near Iceland - go figure.