14 Feb, 2016
Say to friends you're off to the Maldives and a sea of jealous faces is the response. Other than the milky-white shores, azure skies and downright bizarre clear waters that summons a track of Johnny Nash to your head, the sense of privacy and isolation is truly second to none. One could not ask for a better place for long woozy sun tans nude on the deck!
Thanks to my father, who you may consider to be King Triton, my sister and I have been open–water divers since thirteen. So swimming with Nemo and chasing crabs on low tide is the mandatory account of experience when going to the Maldives. (Sorry, Sebastian) Only for this trip, we went parasailing for the first time! And it was no short of pure AWESOMENESS. Windborne and gawping above the Indian ocean, I most definitely felt a jolt of vigour to start the year.
Lest it should offend you, this is not an ad. Our choice of stay fell right into place at The Cocoa Island by Como. A private island with only overwater suites felt just about right for an overindulgent holiday. The layout of the resort wasn't much to figure out, but never have I ever encountered such unadulterated service, food and designed experience. Seriously, it was impressive! Even re-living the cold towels and soap bars that smelled like sweet almond, palm oil and lavender puts me on high.