When I set foot on the small island Mayotte, I was told that there was a place in the South with a beach inside a hotel. This curious place would be my first destination. It reminded of a legend or the inflated rumours in small communities. After all, this island abounds with the uncommon : the lagoon island ; the perfume island ; the island shaped like a sea-horse and even the island under the moon with her three sisters of the Comores Archipelago

I was showed the road and followed it.

And then I saw it : the beach married to a hotel, as I was told. At the end of the pontoon a pergola perched on the sea. From all over the sand stretched like a white path between the ocean and the baobabs. And I found myself dreaming that these huge grey elephants, chosen by lemurs and flying foxes to be their home, were sleeping…