I looked around the house, it was a modest place but was very much a home and hearth. “You see, our ancestors are from India, but we were all born here. We came here in the 19th century to work on the sugar plantations. Lots of Indians were brought here from Pune, Bihar and Tamil Nadu by the British to work as slaves” Kaviraj's old wizened father told me. Kavi offered me some Mauritian white rum with fish freshly baked just for me. I nibbled at it with some green chilli paste. The liquor tasted a bit like soju, the Korean alcohol, that I had tasted last year in my visit to Seoul. “So Anuj, you travel so much, which is your favourite country?” Kavi’s wife who was a few months pregnant asked. Pat came my reply “Mauritius, of course”. Everyone looked pleased with my answer “But I say that in every country that I go. Wherever I am at that point is always the best country for me”. Everyone broke into laughter “Yes it is true, my friends often ask me why I don’t settle down in one of the countries I travel to and I always insist that if I do - how can I then travel to the next country and the vision of the Travelthon will not be fulfilled! Travelthon is about marathon travel and settling down is not an option.” We sat down for dinner and I took my customary pictures of the family as I enjoyed munching fried squid. Dessert was ras malai, a traditional Indian dish made out of Milk. Kavi promised to gift me the local rum as I thanked his family and called it a day.