One search engine parameter that comes up often as I peruse stats for this blog is some version of Moving to Seychelles. Readers from way back know I don’t go out of my way to answer all the questions on the ins and outs of a relocation, seeing as how that brought a load of ungrateful grief at one time, but I’m cool with the occasional query on island life.
Of course, now that I’m selling my place I’m happier to share my wisdom with peeps who could be interested in investing in my fabulous piece of paradise, and those folks would be wise to hear me out.
This being a whole country, not just an island resort place, there are many options when it comes to how and where one would choose to plop a load of dosh, then settle in for long or not-so-long periods of time depending on whether it’s a primary or holiday home. There are apartments available, small houses in local neighborhoods, bits of undeveloped land here and there, hotel-linked homes and … well … my place, and each option offers something different.
The dense living of developed areas is what it is, and although there’s a difference between units designed for expats and houses in local neighborhoods both come with their share of sharing … space, noise, traffic.
The closest comparison for my property would be the hotel-linked homes, both offering views, a degree of privacy and an existing structure. For those who like the idea of putting their home in a hotel’s rental pool for anyone to use for the time they’ll not be in residence, it makes sense to go that way. It’s also nice if you like the idea of neighbors near enough to eavesdrop.
The hotel will take care of many details for owners, a privilege that costs a fair bit, provide some security, also at a price, and make sure someone is always keeping an eye out … even if you’d rather they not. There is also the added advantage, if one deems it so, of having a home you can check in to and out of with a charming receptionist handing over the keys, wishing you a good day and paying attention to whomever you might invite over.
The advantages to buying my place include real privacy and control, the option of doing whatever the hell you feel like doing with the huge garden and the house … build another house or three, put in pools with water slides, even a dungeon if you like … and NOT having to deal with a receptionist.
And if THAT’S not enough for you, check out these photos, shot from the public road, of real-life hotel-linked living provided by Raffles Hotels on Praslin and some of Anse Soleil via me, … and keep in mind my place is far less expensive … and 200 meters from the public road!
And if that’s not enough for you, here’s a link to more.
Yep. This is marketing, so feel free to share this post around widely!
Raffles Seychelles ... from the road
The Raffles environment
Where Raffles meets the road
My house
The environment at my place
The view from the bed ...
A collection of my short stories:
I'm in this one, too ...
And I'm in here, as well ...
Paradise Preoccupied 
[not meant for display/publication – unless you want of course]
Are you sure they are the correct photos? My friend Andre lives in Brazil, his photos of the slums resemble those.
How awful!
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I’ll assume you’re referring to the Raffles shots, not my house … so, yes, I’m sure. A friend was over the just last week and took those pix.
Sandra, it’s beautiful! I had to click on the link. You are right. It IS paradise! The house, the view, the beach…..absolutely stunning. And I shouldn’t forget to mention the music also….beautiful….a nice combination.
I don’t know why anyone would NOT want to live there.
Many good wishes, Marianne.
Thanks, Marianne. It is lovely, and, yes, so is the music. Ernesto and I were engaged for a couple of years … and I do still miss the music …
Sandra,
Are you moving back to the states or relocating there? It’s incredibly beautiful – I love your house.
Staying here, but downsizing.
Thanks, Alexa. Wanna buy it? 😉
That view from the bedroom window is breathtaking, Sandra.
The view of Raffles rather takes the breath away as well but in a different fashion.
As an expat in Mexico, I’ve seen just about everything in the line of housing for foreigners. But no place comes close to your house. It will be bittersweet for you when you sell, I imagine.
Since when did I become “usted?” LOL
Bittersweet, yes … but this place really is just too big for me now. I am looking forward to smaller, simpler and closer to town!
Lo siento, mi amiga, but without a Mexican in the house my Spanish has gone all formal and schoolish.
Sad to think that you’ll be leaving the house that holds so many happy memories. I am also happy that you will be leaving the bad memories too.
If I had the funds, I would snap it up in a heartbeat.
I am surprised that you have not had an offer from the big hotel down the road. I would have thought it perfect housing for upper management.
How I wish this house could be yours, Hop! That would make it easy to visit and relive those good times. The bad memories I’m happy to leave behind, plus all this garden!
The big hotel down the road is building their residential units … and marketing them for three to seven times what I’m asking. They could put 2 or three of the bloody things on this piece and may someday want to do that, but for now they’re busy. Plus, they put their execs in boxes up the hill by the TV mast. Quite the employee ghetto they have up there.
Good luck with with selling paradise
Thanks, Bobby. I’m selling, but I’m not paving!