nope its shyte true story one of my mates maws is from there. his da owned the jewellers called wilkie and ryder in dumbarton
Just in case you want an indepedent review on the place... https://kalena.wordpress.com/2006/10/20/welcome-to-mauritius-aka-the-****hole/ Not sure link is working so... Welcome to Mauritius! (aka the ****hole) October 20, 2006 in Rantings “Welcome to Mauritius!” I’ve been saying this phrase quite often recently, mostly dripping with as much sarcasm as I can muster, albeit the fact that the more often I say it, the weaker the laugh I ellicit from my audience. I’ve been working on an expat’s work permit over the last 3 weeks, and where it was supposed to take 3 days to obtain your work permit according to the new laws (*rolls eyes*) we are now onto our fourth week, and still no permit of any kind in view. The poor girl has been waiting on a desk and her work permit since she set foot in this ****hole, and neither has been delivered to her. First it was the documents, then it was the tests, they rolled her up and made her into a ping pong ball flying from one place to another, being the subject of countless needles for withdrawing blood, “you need to go there, not there, they will accept things from here, not there, go there, not there”, until finally, a godsend in the form of her boyfriend finally got down and dirty, and *snap* “you will have your work permit by next week!” (let’s cross our fingers and hope so, for their sake) My work stems from countless frustrations of not being able to complete my work because I am waiting on someone else to complete their job before I can do mine, and it annoys the hell out of me that I can’t deliver what they (being management) want! The only consolation is that my boss understands my situation, but still, when I know I should have done something, then I should have done it – no matter who or what gets in my way. I guess that’s pretty much my drive and most possibly my lifeline, in life. I will get what I want, and when I want. That is how I survive being in Mauritius, that is how I survive the countless struggles put forth to stand in my way – albeit half the time when I am walking around or driving (now that is another story!) in this “paradise island”, all I want to do is beat someone up or swear at them. I have faith in myself, and mentally think myself as being above all these people and petty things that happen, I am untouchable. That my friend, is the basis of my survival. After all, strengh is being able to get up after falling down right? I love the three comments at the end; 3 comments Comments feed for this article January 12, 2011 at 5:13 am Art please log in to view this image I totally sympathise with you. I know exactly where you are coming from and, you know what, they should change their logo from “Mauritius, C’est un plaisir” to: Mauritius, it’s a ****hole; or “Mauritius, it’s a ****ing ****hole”. Reply June 24, 2011 at 10:37 pm Dan please log in to view this image Yup! I grew up there and that’s why I left! bloody dump! Reply June 2, 2017 at 3:11 pm Nevin Luchun please log in to view this image Go back to where you come from dick head. Already its ****ing full, youre ****ing making it worst for us. Go get a life in your own country. And Dan get yourself straight man you’re miserable. You know you are! Youre validating your decision to leave and face racism by saying its ****. They are all happy people there. Get yourself fix man the grass is never greener on the other side youre ****ing going to different country to steal their jobs and make their lives hard.
Was he of Indian extraction?Only that I knew quite a few of them in London and all Indian/Hindus? BTW I know a hindu lays eggs.
I was going to try it out then found out they let in ****s from North Lanarkshire, must be a **** hole.
I think it's part of some Jakey Exchange Programme that the respective Governments have in place. You often see drunk Mauritians on the street of Airdrie begging for money and singing songs about Seggae (which the locals often mistake for Senga).
When I was a young kid a dude in my street was from there and then when he grew up he ran for council as a Tory iirc. Pretty sure he was an orange lodge type fella too. Suffice to say he didn't fit in well FPMSL!!!