Light-headed, I sink back into the plush cushions lining the rattan bench. My hands alternate between pressing a cool cocktail glass against my cheeks, and tilting its deliciously sour contents down my parched throat. Behind me, the brochure-perfect pool looks ever so inviting.
For a moment, as the heat and humidity hits me, I wonder if I’m really here – here being Mauritius, the Indian Ocean paradise loved by families and honeymooners alike. I try to talk sensibly about sustainability with Julie Daruty, communications executive for Mauritian hotel group VLH, but after an 11-plus hour flight and barely an hour’s sleep, I mainly feel disorientated.
