Jason Bholanauth - Photography

06/04/2026

I was thinking about how we handle our things here in Mauritius.

Every day, we produce nearly 1,500 tonnes of waste. Plastics alone add up to 116,000 tonnes a year.

And yet, only about 4 % of it gets recycled. The rest? Landfills, incineration, or lost to the environment.

This has real consequences. Our main landfill - Mare Chicose - is reaching capacity, leaking pollutants into soil and waterways, and putting coastal ecosystems at risk.

Plastic litter on our beaches and in lagoons harms marine life, affects tourism, and threatens the health of communities that depend on the sea.

Half of our household waste is actually recyclable. The potential is there. The instinct is there.

But overconsumption - single-use products, fast fashion, electronics churn - keeps us producing more than we can manage.

What’s missing isn’t desire. It’s structure, visibility, and opportunity.

If we built systems around what already exists - repair, reuse, upcycle - waste could become real economic and social value.

Progress doesn’t always mean inventing something new.

Sometimes, it’s just seeing what’s already there.

Last year, while visiting Thailand, I was struck by how the “repair‑reuse economy” is part of everyday life.

I saw an old man carefully fixing a worn plush toy - giving it a new life, ready to become a child’s favorite again.

It’s not about grand circular economy plans or big sustainability narratives.
Often, it’s just common sense.

Something broken, or something we no longer use, can be repaired, reused, and given to someone else.

29/01/2026

When my wife and I were in Thailand last year, we spent a lot of time just walking the streets and talking to people.

Sitting with strangers, sharing small conversations, watching how life unfolds around a table, a shop, a corner of the road.

In Thailand, we learned that life can be as simple as three friends spending time together, laughing, eating, and being present.

Can’t wait to go back.

17/12/2025

There’s something about Thai food that goes beyond taste. It’s in the way it’s cooked.

// Thailand 2025

15/12/2025

Though the world is moving fast, there are moments when, amid all the noise, you’re reminded to slow down. To stand still. To notice.

On a train in Thailand, my eye caught this man – quietly gazing outside, unhurried, fully present. No rush.

Just a pause, watching the world pass by, as if time had softened for a moment.


Thailand 2025

04/08/2025

02/05/2025

Peaceful morning.

Volume up 🎧

28/04/2025

He is the God who calms the rough seas and settles the skies

05/04/2025

stories

When we reached Sainte Rose, I met with Mr. Maurice and spent some time discussing fishing.

Fishing is one of the main rhythms of Sainte-Rose. Every day, locals gather by the bay, rods in hand, conversations flowing naturally.

Children, parents, grandparents—generations sharing the same stretch of shoreline.

For them, it’s not just about the catch. It’s about being together; it's about community.

After a meagre catch — just three fish, some of which he used as bait — Mr. Maurice would head home, before returning later in the afternoon and the same for the others.

02/04/2025

Stories

Madame Mussard sat quietly on her folding chair, her hands gently clasped together, her feet resting on the cool tiles.

From this very spot, she had seen tourists wander through her neighborhood, drawn to the beauty of the Sainte-Anne Cathedral.

She had heard their voices—sometimes hushed in reverence, sometimes bright with curiosity. But recently, the stories they shared had changed. Cyclone Garance had shaken the island, and the cathedral had felt its force.

Yet, despite the storm, life continued. Today, she was not just watching the world—she was caring for her grandchildren. Madame Mussard sat on her veranda, her gaze drifting to the small figure in the garden.

Her grandson had made himself comfortable in a foldable chair, playing games on his phone; barefoot and carefree.

24/03/2025

The cyclone that silent Sainte Anne’s bells

On our journey through Reunion Island, my wife and I stopped at Sainte Anne’s cathedral in Saint Benoit. Built in 1857, the church was later renovated in 1922 to boast its baroque architecture.

We met with Marcel, the sacristan, who shared how recent cyclone Garance damaged the church and forced the believers to move to a small chapel behind.

The bells stopped, the floor was all muddy, the walls all dark with moisture and the whole neighborhood went silent.

Maybe these are reminders that we are the church and not the buildings. And, that we ought to keep our heart pure to welcome the living God.

21/03/2025

Lakaz Bouson and how Helene takes care of her mental health.

A home isn't just four walls; it's a tapestry of memories – childhood laughter, battles with illness, moments of joy and sorrow, and the quiet spaces between. Sometimes, these emotions build up and need to be released.

While driving across Saint Phillipe, we came across this unusual house — the home of Helene and Axel. While Axel's mobility decreased, Helene found a creative way to maintain her mental health.

What started as a rooster in caps quickly became one of the ways to maintain her peace of mind, and Axel is all supportive of it. Now, almost every surface in their home – from the bedrooms to the kitchen – is covered in caps that Helene has meticulously stuck on with cement.

For just 2 euros, she opens the door to visitors, welcoming them into her quirky world. For her, it’s a chance to break free from her routine, to connect, and to share a conversation with someone new.

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Over the next few days, I'll share 4 human stories from my recent trip to Ile de la Reunion with my wife. A real connection with nature and people.
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