Ah Chimbu,
How the memories flood back about Isle Maurice. Now, the hotel was Le Chaland and it was on Grande Bay and yes, the ride home from Curepipe with a suitable "lubricated" driver in a rented Morris 1100 was the stuff of nightmares when you sobered up. Calling into the Chinese store on the way in from PER for more beer was a no-brainer, the deposit on the beer bottles was expensive! I can't remember the brand but I'll bet it wasn't Tiger. There were usually 4 computers on a B707, we had one each about 7" in diameter.
I was a mere youf of a F/E and spent plenty of time on the run to SA via MRU. Speaking French was a distinct advantage. I used to keep the ski boat running for a couple of years but it was really dangerous with all the coral about. Having good mates based there as engineers meant that I could borrow a toolbox to get the boat sorted.
Flying with the Navs was an eye-opener. Most of them were very lightly connected to reality! Bob S and his sea serpents, the Digger and his cheap bars world wide, Lofty B, Dave-the-right-size, Racehorse Brown, the list goes on!! The laws of libel forbid further names!!
There's a very good chance I flew to MRU with your dad at least once. Damn, I loved the place because the locals were very friendly and it was such a laid back trip.