I had been doing pretty well with my blog since arriving in La Réunion… but it’s now been over a month since my last post. Luckily, there’s just time to post this so that I have something to show for the month of April. Now, suddenly, it’s the final countdown. An assistant’s contract finishes at … More Is That All?
Did I ever explain what I’m actually doing here? I’m a language assistant. The title can mean a great many things depending on the school in which you find yourself. For me, it generally means taking half classes or sometimes full classes and trying to make them speak English. This is part of the British … More Some Days Are Better Than Others
Last weekend, we went into the heart of La Réunion, right into the cirque de Mafate, to visit a couple of schools and to teach the children there a little bit of English. Or, as I put it in the obligatory Facebook post, “I taught English in the mountains”. I have to say, it was … More Into The Heart
After my travels in Mauritius and Rodrigues, it was time to return to La Réunion, and time to reflect a little more on what I’d experienced during my time away. These three islands together make up a group known as the Mascarene Islands, a name which is derived from that of Pedro Mascarenhas, a 16th … More Freedom For My People (Mascarene Islands)
Did I mention that I went to the volcano? More than anything, it was an incredible change of scene, the drive taking us down the west coast of the island before climbing up towards the volcano. It started to get a little less hot. There were cows grazing in green pasture and dark forests of … More Volcano
Staying in Reunion for Christmas had always been part of the plan; coming home would be too expensive and spending the festive period abroad would be an informative, strengthening and interesting experience. However, nothing prepared me for the profound sadness that hit me a couple of days before Christmas, when I remembered everything that I … More Christmas (Baby Please Come Home)
So I’ve already been in Reunion for more than ten weeks, would you believe. Time flies. I can already tell that this December is going to be a December like no other. Decembers are meant to be grim, cold and frosty affairs; instead I’m living it under the tropical sun of Reunion. Spending Christmas here … More Elvis Presley and America