If you weren’t aware, Seychelles is a bunch of islands off the Eastern coast of Africa. Most people island hop, staying a few nights on a few different ones. We did Praslin, La Digue, and Mahe, in that order. (Most conversations with people there start by sharing your itinerary of islands.) Those are the main touristy islands, and La Digue was our favorite, just like it’s everyone’s favorite. (La Digue is tiny, so it’s a thing to rent a bike and bike around in this quaint, picturesque way.)
Throughout the islands, we went to an insane amount of beaches. We drank a lot of wine and beer on said beaches. I buried bae in the sand and got bitten by all the bugs. We fought the waves and lost. My favorite beach was probably the one by our hotel on Mahe because we could walk to it and there weren’t many people on it.
We didn’t only go to beaches though. We saw some old, huge turtles at a park on La Digue. We ate on a mountaintop on La Digue and saw bats flying around in the dusk sky. We hiked through a jungle on Praslin and saw the coco de mer.
And we officially got married. (I’m barely sunburned in this picture. It got so much worse. And I looked like a raccoon for like two weeks when we got back. Gotta prevent those cataracts though.) So now we’re officially stuck together, for better or worse, through sickness and health, etc. etc. Amen.