History (Facebook memory) tells me I’ve a back-catalogue of ill-fated boat-trips.
Boat-trips with no agenda other than for my skin to burn 50 shades of lobster and for the irreverent comic value courtesy of other *boats (*fellow boat revellers). I’m talking the kind which involve fairly unflattering angles of me on the net of a catamaran, jigging up and down to Bob Marley and clutching a plastic cup filled with suspiciously neon ‘punch’. Never again.
So when we arrived in the luxury Maldivian resort of Milaidhoo and the itinerary read “…day two, you’ll spend a blissful morning of leisure in the spa before our crew will sail you away to a deserted coral reef sandbank where private chefs will serve up a champagne lunch and our world-class marine biologist will shadow you snorkelling” I was clearly ignorant to the epic-ness of what was about to take place.
Let me take you on the ride of (MY) life…
Not bad Sunday, not bad…
People say it’s about the journey, not the destination.
Well those people need to take this short-boat ride…
The one that glides you swiftly across crystal clear waters knowing chilled flutes of Laurent Perrier and a prime spot under a parasol anticipate your arrival.
Yep this boat ride.
Did I mention the cold towels? A game-changer.
Between fizz-refills… I felt it necessary to change outfits… Just because.
Currently: sat in my pj’s Bridget Jones style, writing about the island of Milaidhoo (coming very very soon) and wondering up ways in which I could feasibly operate a blog full-time from the Indian Ocean.
Answers on a post-card folks.
Go to Milaidhoo with Kuoni and live the dream
photos captured by myself and the ever willing Emma Lipman
Huge thanks to the entire team at Milaidhoo, to Kuoni for this incredible trip and to each of the girlies on this adventure.
In collaboration with Kuoni. All words, styling and creative direction my own.