By the river mouth

As you might have guessed by now, Tamarin Bay is a beach that we very often go to.

Sometimes just to sit under the trees while the children play, to go for a walk on the beach up to the Tamarina beach club, or to swim in the waves.

One idle afternoon though, as we came to Tamarin Bay, we decided that instead of going by the beach as usual we would spend some time by the river.


By the river


We went up to ‘La Passe’ and walked back up.

Funny how just a slight shift in our usual ‘promenade’ gave us a completely different perspective of the area. We didn’t feel at the beach anymore.

Even though Rempart mountain reminded us that we were still at ‘La Baie’.


Rempart Mountain at Tamarin Bay


We could see the Tamarin bridge a little further away.


Tamarin Bridge


The boats looked peaceful on the calm water or on dry land.


Boat by the river at Tamarin Bay


It was not a bright sunny afternoon, and yet the reflections in the water were just stunning!


Reflexions in the river


Boat reflection


We walked up to a big mound of sand, where my son had a lot of fun climbing on and jumping off!


At the river mouth


Unfortunately, we couldn’t go very far up the river, so we mostly took our time and appreciated the change in scenery. Even though we only spent a short time, we enjoyed it thoroughly.


What about you? Did you ever experience a familiar place in a completely different way? Which place was it? What did you do differently?


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  1. Nice article.
    Tamarin is a sublime region and is severely underrated (when contrasted to the likes of Flic En Flac and Grand Baie – though each of them is magnificent).

    Kind Regards,

    1. Thank you Nadeem. Yes, I completely agree. And I must say I kind of like it that way as Flic en Flac & Grand Bay are a little too ‘touristy’ and fast-paced for me :)

  2. Beautiful photos! Brings back so many memories……. My “Uncle” Tony used to own a villa in Tamarin Bay. My kid brother Dave and I used to go and visit him almost every weekend with my Dad. We used to get really excited crossing the bridge as we knew we weren’t far. We had a little rondavel hut on the beach while the adults stayed in the villa. It was called the White Horse. Is it still there I wonder? One day soon I’ll be bringing my own son to visit the island. It would be nice if we could stay there again. Who knows, maybe I’ll come back for good!
    Thanks for the “nostalgie” Priscille. :-)
    Warm regards,

    1. Hi Richard,
      Thanks so much for sharing your memories! Those, I found, are the most precious to us :)
      I don’t know about a rondavel called the ‘White Horse’ but I’ll be sure to ask about it if I find someone living in the area… may be it’s still around.

      1. Hi Priscille,
        I was reading the recent email about the secret beach behind Le Morne, which was lovely, and found your reply of April 2015. Tony’s campement was called “Le White Horse”, after the whiskey, his favourite tipple. The rondavel was just a little hut on the beach in front. Tony’s full name was Major Anthony Stanhope-Lovell. I believe he had something to do with Worker Relations on the Sugar Industry Board. Last time I saw him, in 1977, he’d moved to Curepipe. We lost touch. He’s probably passed away by now. I hope I haven’t already mentioned all this.
        The last few days I’ve been sailing in Christchurch Harbour trying to get my son hooked so that he can help me sail my yacht Victoria, which I can’t do single-handed. Photos on Facebook. Loving the regular emails!
        Best wishes,

        1. Glad you are enjoying the emails Richard :)

          You probably wouldn’t even recognize Tamarin bay these days as there are so many bungalows about! Wow! Sailing must be an amazing experience. Wishing you some wonderful moments on the sea with your son.

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