Diaspora Diary: Navigating My Way into the Mauritian Family Tree

The car had a glitchy stereo that could only play one song. Someone with more technical skill than sense had hacked it, causing Britney Spears' My Prerogative to loop endlessly. Perhaps this was fitting. For reasons I still can't quite grasp, all it took for me to legally drive in Mauritius was to hand over twenty dollars to the American Automobile Association. I always thought I was a capable driver, but navigating an island where everything is reversed proved to be quite a challenge.