article_snippet: Now all I need is a fruity cocktail and I could be in Mauritius.
article_snippet: Down here, amid the lemon trees and pink, plastic bougainvillea, it’s so tropical that I half expect Barry Manilow to cha-cha-cha past singing the Copacabana.
article_snippet: At the flick of a switch, you can flit between Mauritius, Miami and Bali — or, at least, Miami and Bali — sunshine equivalents.
article_snippet: The walls are papered with verdant scenes and artificial grass, jaunty pot plants hang off wooden screens, soothing music plays in the background.
article_snippet: People put sand on the floor, surround sound systems to replicate the sea, the smell of coconut wafting through to create a truly multi-sensory experience.
article_snippet: Bali’ is the mildest, equivalent to a long sunset, while ‘Miami’, Dr Dr Daya favourite, is 45 minutes of full whack, then 15 minutes of winding down.
article_snippet: ‘Mauritius’ is the most popular, as it’s the strongest, so that’s what I plump for.
article_snippet: Even so, I could still do with a week in Mauritius.