Why You Shouldn’t Visit La Digue
I was cycling as fast as I could, but I could still hear them coming closer. The louder they got, the faster my heart started beating and eventually I stopped pedalling, completely out of breath, hoping that the momentum I had accumulated would get me past the barking pack of dogs.
I’m not usually scared of dogs but the dark and the incessant barking got to me, making me cycle faster until I reached the hotel, finally jumping off my bike filled with a mix of adrenaline and the desire to laugh at my panicky self.
The dogs were not chained because they were not dangerous and because, like everyone else on La Digue, they were free to roam as they wished. Chickens walked next to gigantic tortoises and local children raced tourists on the dirt roads.
There are no cars on La Digue and it shows. Everyone bikes everywhere and once you step off the ferry and rent your own it’s like stepping into an alternate dimension where everything just slows down.
You shouldn’t go to La Digue because if you do, you might just be forced to slow down, too.
You might even find yourself at a hotel that does not offer internet and be forced to fill your days with walks and cycling and reading, relaxing so much that you feel like you are worlds away from everything.
