A Big Fish in Mauritius

The flight from Mumbai arrived at dawn. Our first stop was Port Louis, the capital. Mauritius serves as offshore headquarters for Maple Bear East Africa. 

In a nondescript office building, in a conference room inexplicably painted pink, we held a board meeting. Where the hell had we landed?

Mauritius discombobulates. A population of French-speaking South Asians. Chocolate croissants at breakfast. An extinct bird as mascot. Souvenirs of dodos everywhere.

“Do you want to go deep sea fishing?”

I agree, insisting we take something first for sea sickness. 

We had to be awakened from a gravol-induced coma in time for Rodney to reel in the gigantic fish the crew actually hooked. And then there was a picture, of course.

“It’s still alive! Throw it back!” I shouted.

Whack!

“No it’s not.”

Thanks to us, an entire village ate well that night.