Seychelles - Mahé

Last but not least we headed back to the main island of Mahé.  We stayed in a cute boutique hotel, Bliss Hotel, on the northern side of the island.  Upon arrival, we found out we had been upgraded to a room that was beyond stunning.  Unfortunately, the waves here were really rough during our time there, so we didn’t get to really enjoy the ocean, but we still had a fabulous time and a gorgeous room with a stellar view.

Our upgraded room!

Enjoying our last night at the beach.  For more photos from the trip, check out our SmugMug.

When we weren’t enjoying the beautiful views from the hotel, we headed down to the main town, walked the beaches, and ate as much seafood as humanly possible.  Only being able to access tilapia and Nile perch for the last year and a half has been rough as we really like our seafood.  I’m pretty sure we had some kind of fish every single night on this vacation and it was glorious.

Beautiful views from the hotel.

After a wonderful vacation, it was time to head back to Uganda, which meant Kenya Airways.  Since they have become my all-time favorite airline since moving here (severe sarcasm), it’s no surprise that we ran into issues with our flights.  First, our flight departure time had been bumped up and we only found out because we checked our flight details the night before, no email or anything from the airline.  Upon arrival at the airport, our flight couldn’t take off initially because some guy coming from Nigeria was forced to board our plane and was none too happy about it.  Seychelles is very strict about ensuring that when you arrive that you have a return flight, hotels, and the proper immunizations.  The guy was going crazy because he forgot his yellow fever paperwork and the Seychelles wouldn’t let him enter the country.  This meant he was being put on our flight out of the country even though he had literally just arrived.  This all happened right in front of us as we were sitting on the plane and the pilot actually threatened to leave the guy on the tarmac if he didn’t calm down and take his seat.  Then, people brought way to much carry-on luggage onto the plane that they literally left it in the aisle and the plane couldn’t take off until it got sorted and put under the plane.  Finally, we made it to Nairobi only to find out our next flight no longer existed and that we were now on a flight from Nairobi, Kenya to Kigali, Rwanda and then to Entebbe, Uganda.  The man at the gate could not understand why we were upset by this because our new flight left 20 minutes earlier than our old flight.  Which is great in theory, except with the new layover we were now landing an hour and a half later than we were supposed to.  I will not get into all the nitty-gritty because just thinking about it makes me so mad.  So, end of story, I HATE Kenya Airways with a very very very strong passion and I’m starting to really hate the Nairobi airport.