Nirmit’s Story of Finding Stillness in the Paradise of Seychelles with Thrillophilia
When life moves at the pace of a business meeting, it is easy to forget what stillness feels like.
For several years, I thrived in the hustle of running a business in Indore - chasing deadlines and solving problems. But after our wedding, something changed. My wife had a way of grounding me, reminding me to pause. When it came to planning our honeymoon, she wanted a destination that mirrored that stillness - a place where we could escape, reconnect, and breathe.
Seychelles was not her suggestion, it had been her dream since childhood. And, when I came across Thrillophilia’s Seychelles honeymoon package, I realised it was about time we stepped out of the routine and into a world we had only seen in glossy travel brochures. From the moment we landed in Mahe and took a ferry to Praslin, I knew this trip would be different.
A Journey into Tranquillity in Praslin
Praslin appeared to be a beautiful dream as we arrived. The island greeted us with its vibrant greens, shining waters, and an air of calm that was almost tangible. Our hotel was situated amidst tropical vegetation, with the ocean whispering its secrets just beyond our balcony. It was late afternoon when we stepped onto Côte d'Or Beach, and the soft white sand felt cool under our feet.
The turquoise water stretched endlessly like a mesmerising play of blues and greens. It allowed us to reflect on the beauty of the place untouched by the rush of the world. We kept on staring at it, and we did not know where the time went by.
The next morning, we visited Vallée de Mai, an ancient palm forest that looked straight out of the Jurrasic Park scene. Tall Coco de Mer palms shaded our path and their enormous leaves cast dotted light on the ground. The quiet sound of nature wrapped around us, broken only by the occasional rustle of leaves.
As we walked along the shaded path, the tranquillity of the place began to seep into us. Our guide shared stories of the mythical significance of Coco de Mer. There was something unusual about this place.
Time Slows Down in La Digue
Although Praslin was very quiet, La Digue was untouched and isolated. We took a ferry to this tiny island that is famous for its lack of cars. Here, bicycles ruled the roads, and the rhythm of life slowed to a pace we had not experienced in years.
Riding through the shaded trails, we found ourselves at Anse Source d’Argent - the beach of every traveller’s dreams. We saw that tall granite boulders framed the shoreline and their smooth surfaces touched the centuries of waves. The water was so clear that I could see fish darting around the rocks. My wife stretched her arms wide while spinning in the sand like a child.
The beach was both picturesque and humbling. The endless stretch of water, the timeless rocks, and the gentle breeze reminded us of how vast and eternal nature truly is. As we stood there watching the waves touch the shore, a sense of stillness surrounded us.
Later, we decided to hike up to Nid d’Aigle observation deck to see the breathtaking panorama of the island. Standing there, looking out at the endless ocean, I felt a shift within me.
I realised that life did not always have to be about chasing goals. Sometimes, it was enough to simply exist, to stand still and let the world come to you.
Island Adventures and Hidden Connections
One of the highlights of our trip was island-hopping to Cousin, Curieuse, and St. Pierre. Each island had its own beauty and charisma. The pristine beaches of Cousin Island were home to Hawksbill Turtles, and watching these tiny creatures make their way to the ocean was humbling. On Curieuse Island, we walked among giant Aldabra tortoises, with their slow and deliberate movements a sharp contrast to the hurried pace of human life.
But it was snorkelling around St Pierre that stole my heart. Underneath the water, a world of colour and life revealed itself. The coral reefs were filled with fish of every shape and shade, moving in and out like dancers in a synchronised performance.
My wife reached for my hand underwater, with her eyes wide with admiration behind her mask. It was a silent moment, but it spoke volumes - here, in this underwater haven, we were reminded of how vast and interconnected life truly is.
Evenings back on land were spent indulging in the local Creole cuisine. The flavours were bold and vibrant, much like the islands themselves.
The Gift of Reflection in Mahe
Our final days in Seychelles were spent on Mahe. Here, the bustle of Victoria with its colourful markets and colonial-era landmarks offered a glimpse into the Seychellois way of life. We visited the Takamaka Rum Distillery, where I learned more about the art of crafting rum than I ever thought I would need to know. Smriti laughed as I insisted on buying a bottle for home, claiming it was “for research purposes.”
But it was the natural beauty of Mahe that left the deepest impression. At Anse Takamaka, we spent hours lounging on the sand and the waves provided a soothing backdrop to our quiet conversations. The Jardin du Roi Spice Garden was another delight, with its lush pathways brimming with the scent of vanilla, cinnamon, and nutmeg.
On our last morning, we woke early to watch the sunrise from the beach. The sky shifted from deep purple to soft pink. My wife leaned her head on my shoulder as the first rays of sunlight kissed the water.
“Do you think we will ever find this kind of peace back home?” she asked.
“Peace is wherever we are together,” I replied, feeling a quiet determination.
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