I slept soundly through night right up to 7:30am. Breakast is served at 7:30 outside on our little patio. We were supplied with tea/coffee, a plate of intricate and delish FRESH fruit, toast and then a type of apple pie with cheese. It was a delicious start to the day.

Kurtis and I didn't waste any time and hopped onto our bikes to explore the rest of the island. Today's destination focussed primarily on L'union beach, which we had to pay 100 rupees each to enter due to the wildlife that lived beyond the gate (they've got to get fed somehow!). First we stumbled across an old historic cemetary that had nothing but rubble as remains of old tombstones. Then we ventured over to the cocunut mill which consisted of a huge pile of coconut shells and an ox... still never quite figured out what the relationship between the two were. Finally, we came across the giant turtles who were nicely situated in a shadey area. The pen that they stayed in was not accessible, but you could lean over the rock fence and touch their backs. There were lots of them and the smell was similar to that of a cow (or a barn). After the turtles, we stumbled across a woman who gave a short tour about the coconut mill and the multiple uses of the coconut. La Digue Island is the primary supplier of the coconut found in the Bounty chocolate bar... I found that quite neat. As for the coconut oil that they produce, it never leaves the island for market sale. If you want the pure oil you have to go to the island and get it for yourself. Also during this little tour we were shown real cinnamon (which we found out is sweet flavoured, not bitter like the one we have in Canada), real curry powder (which is also different in flavour than what we have at home) and then vanilla, in which they have a vanilla plantation on the island.

Next we biked over to the beach where we had to put our bikes to rest as they were not allowed. I hobbled with my pussey foot thru the sand (it was extremely difficult), but was more distracted by the amazing views. This beach by far was the most beautiful beach I have ever seen-- beautiful rock formations that made it feel like I was stuck in the prehistoric era. I waited for a dinosaur to come out from behind the palm tree, but luckily it never happened. This beach stretched for miles giving each person their own private space on the beach. We were never crammed and right next to other visitors, making it feel like we had the beach all to ourselves. The water was super clear and very warm-- I managed to sit in one spot for 2 hours straight, just relaxing while Kurtis wandered and took pictures in other areas of the beach. The evening was fast approaching so it was time to pack it in and look for somewhere to eat supper before it was too dark. We ventured over to a restaurant about a 5 min. away from where our lodge is and the setting was very posh. We were confused of where to sit, so we sat at the bar and ordered a drink. There we sat for a while, watched others walk past and sit in a seperate seating area and then get served food. We were confused why the dining area was seperate and that our waiter didn't tell us that where to sit and that we could order our food. We eventually just followed the crowd and sat with them. After ordering our food, when it was upon arrival the waitress said to Kurtis, "Plate". He was confused by this. He looked at her and said, "Excuse me? ...what do you mean?" She stood there and waited for him to do something, so with his confusion he picked up a bread plate and passed it to her. At this point the waitress was frazzled and grabbed the bread plate, tossed it down and then tossed our food down. We were so confused by this nature, and not to mention she was incredibly rude about it that my initial reaction was anger. My night immediatly got ruined because we were expected to read the waitresses mind when she says, "Plate". I wanted so badly to just leave the dining room and not pay for the rest of my meal. The way she treated us because we did not understand her was not acceptable. To think she would know by now that 90% of her clients are going to be foreigners to learn to treat them respectfully. I was so angered that I went to bad mad that night.