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WEEKENDS<br />
Legend has it that a traveller who<br />
eats from the breadfruit tree<br />
while in the Seychelles is fated to<br />
return to its sandy shores. A melting<br />
pot of people and cultures, it only<br />
seems right that the Creole islands<br />
are brimming with local legends,<br />
myths and folklore. A self-confessed<br />
purveyor of all things mystic, it was<br />
the islands ‘more than meets the<br />
eye’ appeal that lured me, far more<br />
than just its postcard scenes.<br />
First on my numinous pursuit was<br />
unearthing the mysterious coco de<br />
mer, a distinct palm endemic to just<br />
two of the 115 Seychellean islands.<br />
Like something from prehistoric<br />
fiction, the suggestively curvaceous<br />
coconuts looked as if they belonged<br />
in the imagination of a weary sailor<br />
who had been out at sea for a number<br />
of weeks before finally reaching dry<br />
land. Yet here they were growing on<br />
huge palms so tall they seemingly<br />
touched the grey clouds, which were<br />
drooping low, heavy with rain.<br />
“People used to think the coco<br />
de mer trees grew in a forest at the<br />
bottom of the ocean, before the<br />
coconuts fell upwards and washed<br />
up on the beaches around the<br />
Indian Ocean,” Leroy, my tour guide<br />
explained with a wry smile. In the<br />
1600s the huge shells that washed<br />
up on shores were traded around the<br />
Arabian Peninsula for vast sums of<br />
money. Those who found the beached<br />
husks in the Maldives however, were<br />
ordered to hand them over to the<br />
king or face the death penalty. It<br />
wasn’t until British General Charles<br />
Gordon, discovered the uninhabited<br />
Seychelles isles in 1881 that the fate<br />
of the plant was changed forever.<br />
Taking one look at the mysteriously<br />
shaped nut, Gordon declared that<br />
he had found the original forbidden<br />
fruit. Drawing the only plausible<br />
conclusion, of course – that he had<br />
stumbled upon the Garden of Eden.<br />
Gordon’s revelation pleased the<br />
local community and saw the coco<br />
de mer become a protected species,<br />
putting an end to the trading of the<br />
fruit and introducing strict laws. Fast<br />
forward to today and it’s the reason<br />
why I came to be stood in Vallée de<br />
Mai Nature Reserve on Praslin island.<br />
One of the smallest UNESCO sites<br />
in the world, it is fiercely guarded<br />
by beefy security guards who patrol<br />
the grounds to ensure there is no<br />
untoward nut-nabbing, and quite<br />
understandably too as they can<br />
fetch up to $500. (Even if you could<br />
sneak past the guards, I wouldn’t<br />
recommend bagging one, as you<br />
need an export license to get these<br />
hefty nuts out of the country. Not to<br />
mention, with the nuts weighing up<br />
to 30kg, you’ll almost certainly be<br />
over on your baggage allowance.)<br />
Hawk-eyed guards aside, walking<br />
among these ancient trees felt truly<br />
special. Perhaps it had more to do<br />
with my love of a good story than<br />
the enigmatic palms themselves,<br />
but I was almost certain I could feel<br />
a subtle magic in the air here. Was<br />
Gordon onto something after all?<br />
Breaking the spell, I landed back in<br />
the site's gift shop to pricey nuts<br />
and the obligatory tourist tat.<br />
Since Gordon’s discovery, the<br />
African archipelagos have been<br />
penned as ‘paradise on Earth’ and, like<br />
its Indian Ocean counterparts, over<br />
the years it has become synonymous<br />
with honeymooners. The Seychelles,<br />
fitting the seemingly mandatory white<br />
sand beach bill, was the postnuptial<br />
destination of choice of George and<br />
Amal Clooney and the UK’s Duke<br />
and Duchess of Cambridge. While I<br />
Opposite page: Constance<br />
Lemuria beach This page: An aerial<br />
view of Constance Lemuria, Praslin<br />
was on a solo pursuit, if the beaches<br />
were good enough for the A-list, they<br />
were surely good enough for me.<br />
Known for being one of the nicest<br />
stretches of sand in the Seychelles,<br />
Anse Georgette was gothically<br />
moody. The dark green foliage<br />
surrounding the cove swayed<br />
rhythmically in the breeze as the<br />
ocean crashed into the rocks with<br />
a passionate force. Adding a hint<br />
of mystery, an ethereal mist floated<br />
down from the hills, evaporating<br />
as soon as it touched the water.<br />
Somewhat naïve to the powers<br />
of the ocean, I ran straight in as<br />
the clouds broke above me, at last<br />
relenting their pent-up rain with great<br />
catharsis. After a few exhales, the<br />
powerful waves threw me back onto<br />
the shore, to which I abided willingly.<br />
Settling down onto the sand, the<br />
rain began to ease and eventually<br />
the sun peaked through the clouds<br />
in otherworldly defiance. But what<br />
was extra special about this beach<br />
was that, bar myself and a few other<br />
travellers huddled under the trees,<br />
it was completely empty. This was<br />
probably due to the fact that getting<br />
here can be an exercise (involving<br />
a boat and hike). That is unless, like<br />
me, you are staying at Constance<br />
Lemuria, which boasts the beach<br />
as part of its grounds. Having just<br />
105 rooms and employing 402 staff<br />
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