Belle Mare is a pint-sized village with a mammoth beach. Its stretch of serene sands spool right down to Trou d’Eau Douce in the south. This is unspoiled country – the snow-white beach is backed only by coconut palms, luxury retreats, and a clutch of championship golf courses.
The fishing village of Grand Gaube is on the very edge of north Mauritius’ tourist trail, so its laid-back vibe is light years from the hubbub of the west coast. A handful of exclusive hotels stick close to a coastline that’s made up of spiky headlands and sandy bays. And beaches are on the petite side, so each hotel has a few under its belt. Things are pretty peaceful around these parts, so the only things you’ll spy from your sunlounger are dawdling fishing boats and a stray kite surfer or two.
Flic En Flac
Flic en Flac knocks it out of the park in terms of scenery, dishing out turquoise waters, white sand and an Indian Ocean panorama as far as you can see. There’s also the odd mountain or three muscling in on the action, plus pods of dolphins that play offshore.
The village of Bel Ombre is in the south-west of Mauritius, sandwiched between forest-blanketed mountains and a shimmering lagoon. This is a spot where nature has yet to feel the squeeze of major development. There’s a small collection of tip-top hotels hugging the coastline but, for the most part, it’s still as nature intended.
The north-east tip of Mauritius is a place that’s managed to stay well and truly off the radar. The developers have all but forgotten about it, with most of the big hotels clustered in the south and west. The result is an untamed coastline, studded with volcanic rocks and pockets of sand. The dinky village of Calodyne sits right in the middle of it all.
Le Morne is a teeny village that sits on Mauritius’ south-west coast. It’s skirted by a turquoise lagoon and soda-white sands, and is looked over by Brabant peak – a dramatic monolith that used to hide the island’s runaway slaves.
Trou D'Eau Douce
Trou d’eau Douce – French for ‘Sweet Water Hole’ – is parked right in the middle of Mauritius’ east coast. It curls around a sheltered bay, which is flecked with boats – from the traditional fishing pirogues that head out to sea in the early hours, to the smart catamarans that speed across the water to neighbouring Ile aux Cerfs.
There’s a Morse code pattern of beaches in Balaclava Bay. The smaller ones have a private vibe, thanks to their volcanic rock bookends and palm tree backdrop. Hotels usually stick to the longer beaches, where you can kick back on a lounger and sink cocktails in a sand-side bar.