I rolled over to sun streaming through the windows at Ja Manafaru. Ben was gone from the bed and there was a warm sea breeze drifting in through the open doors. I padded out in my bed shirt rubbing my bleary eyes and gathering up my bikini from the back of the chair (where it had been left to dry the night before). Pulling it on and tugging off my shirt, I plunged straight into the sea from the decking. I swam over to Ben where he was snorkel down, searching for colourful fish. The best way to wake up in the morning!
After Ben failed to bring home any fresh fish on his hunter-gatherer mission, our nearest clothes were pulled on. And we went in search of the buffet instead (well, I did say we were shipwrecked in luxury!)
Eating our fill, the beach called, and the clothes were promptly removed and left on a suitable rock (to be collected later).
and explored until lunch time. When we collected our clothes from the rock and returned to our little lunch spot overlooking the pool. Watching the huge fruit bats gliding, from one upside-down perch, to the next. We lunched on exactly the same food that we’d had the previous day. All washed down with delicious passion fruit juice.
After lunch, we hung about for a bit.
Before retreating to our Ja Manafaru hideaway on stilts. To spend the rest of the day swapping between sunbathing, paddling in our pool and playing mermaids in the sea.
As the sun started to make his decent for the evening, we made our way to the exercise deck to send him off with a spot of Asanas in our sunset yoga session.
We stretched any aches out of our body and released bad energy into the atmosphere. Drawing in all the positive light and good energy into our bodies from the sea and sky.
Closing our eyes for the ‘rest’ part of the yoga session (much like the previous evening) the most beautiful surprise met us when we opened them again.
The sun, once again, gave us one final salute. Before disappearing for another evening.
After a couple of drinks at the Tiki Bar, the sounds of drums, haunting singing and strange chants coming from across the water summoned us. Following them, lead us to the White Orchid restaurant. Where they were hosting a true Maldivian night filled with Maldivian live music and food.
We settled in to our waterfront table and I promptly got straight back up. One of the gentleman invited me to dance. How could I refuse?!
The food that evening was incredible. Platters of rice, fish and coconut curries with the lightest poppadoms to accompany. We watched the fish gliding under the decking. Flashes of scales dancing in the lights beneath us.
If this is what being shipwrecked in luxury looks like, I never want to be rescued from Ja Manafaru!