Surf slapping on sand has to be the most gloriously relaxing sound in the world, right? Your shoulders drop and you’re grinning deliriously as soon as you get out of the taxi. On a wild and lovely stretch of beach, shaded and secluded, Shanti Maurice is the most delicious place on the whole of Mauritius. Kylie came here to convalesce post-chemo, which says a lot.
Plunge from your turbo-deluxe villa straight into the warm ocean; feast on zingy fresh sea-bass carpaccio in your thatch-roofed dining sala; plop into your own private lap pool: the Shanti is happy-inducing to the max. It’s feasible as a family destination, as there’s a safely gated playground and one part of the beach is lagoon-calm, but with its ‘lost-city’ ambience – hidden among clambering, twisting branches – it’s much more of a spot for duos on downtime.
The spa, like its sister property in the Himalayas, puts an Ayurvedic spin on its treatments. The rooms are built around a courtyard garden and there’s a lap pool, a breezy, open-sided wooden pavilion where days start with a yoga class, and traditional wooden beds with brass jugs for sleep-inducing shirodhara, where warm oil is poured continuously on your forehead (incredibly grounding).
After a massage at dusk, emerging into the jungly tropical night (bring mozzie repellent) with the prospect of barbecued lobster and chilled Chablis at the lantern-lit beach-shack restaurant, your clear-headed smileyness could be enough to make you pass out with pleasure – if that wasn’t rather a waste of money and time.