Tamarin village nestled almost in the middle of the long Black River coast stretching from Petite Rivière to the extreme south Le Morne that appears in all its magnificence commanding the gateway to Savanne and to Black River. Visitors make it a point to reach its top and therefrom admire the sheer beauty of the Grand bleu on the one hand and the craggy and wild relief of mountains and hills and a few fishermen’s houses lost in the bush and the lush green foliage that is the hall mark of the region.
The area offers exciting adventure with climbing and walking in the trees covered land. The different plants, the fauna and flora are attractions enough to keep the tourists busy for a whole day so much so that temptation to spend a night under canvas is irresistible. Sometimes a very loaded schedule obliges and forging ahead is inevitable.
On the way towards Tamarin a travesty of natural delights catch the attention. The coastline running parallel to the mountain ridge that very jealously conceals some of its treasures from the human eye unless the latter cares to dedicate more time to scrutinising the intricacies to derive the full pleasures available. The coastline is no less appealing and alluring with its usual glamour. Then the village of La Preneuse welcomes. Traces of its history can still be seen. Its Martello tower built in 1872, vestiges of British fortification in all its colonies for defence purposes. It has recently been lovingly restored as a small museum. The area offers ample opportunity for a nice stroll. The variety of flowers both savage and nurtured ones, the shop and the boats too enhance the short trip to the village.
A short drive lands the tourist at Le Tamarin, a favourite seaside resort. It is a self-contained resort including the services and fun and frolic that big centres like the Riviera on the Mediterranean gratifies the thousands of people who make their way to in quest of rest and pleasure. At the same time it encloses an air of mystique in the eyes of Jean Jacques Arjoon the Mauritian singer and song writer. He sees in Tamarin, a rebel streak, something of a sensual and smashing beauty. To him life starts at Tamarin and ends there. He cannot imagine living elsewhere so gripped and engrossed he is in the embrace of this fascinating village. Tamarin has that within it that inspires artists. It acts as a nursery encouraging an artist’s development influencing the way one writes and the ways of life. It exercises a particular mystique and fascination.
It is an attractive spot and has become very popular and many yearn to settle there. It is located in a natural setting. It is bounded by Montagne du Rempart, The Trois Mamelles, The Reclining woman and above all La Tourelle du Tamarin with slopes that today are mushrooming with houses. Facing them is the coast, its wonderful bay, its surfers and dolphins watchers. Coming from Flic en Flacq one crosses one of the most characterful bridges in the island. It was initially built connecting the region to the rest of the country. When the railways were closed, a new lease of life was given as a road bridge.
There is such an abundance of nature that sharpens and hones the feelings that find expression into words. It is no exaggeration that many of our poets have found inspiration in this natural setting. Malcolm de Chazal has found in this village a source of inspiration and many of his verses contain inklings of it. Locals keep on referring to that famous rayon vert that rings with poetry. It is a very rare phenomenon anywhere in the world and Tamarin is the only place where it can be experienced. This last green emerald ray of light appears for a short time as the sun and sea merge.’ As the horizon soaks up the setting sun, the rayon vert appears. It is a most amazing spectacle.
Tamarin Bay for its part lends a special attraction to the village. The sea invites for a dip. It is a place where people meet and relax and it is greatly appreciated for its feel, still virgin and unspoilt. In the late 60s and early seventies it was one of the favourite haunts of hippy surfers. They tried to keep it a secret. They used a code name for secrecy. It was Santosha to the surfing community. On fine sunny days and good weather it produces some of the best waves conducive to surfing. But the magic of Tamarin stretches beyond. Its charm lies in something else that keeps pulling tourists and visitors ever and ever again. It is in the genuine warmth of smile and sincerity of the villagers. Conviviality, hospitality and friendly approach are the quintessence of good husbandry and appreciated by one and all. Such virtues need be cultivated by one and all.