Me, I channelled my inner cat and stayed indoors. In the mornings, I did rejuvenative sun salutations with Karan Thakur, the spa’s incredibly talented yoga teacher. And when I was done, it was a quick stroll through tree-shaded sandy paths to a full-blown buffet breakfast at the all-white, high ceilinged Kula restaurant. I crawled back into the king-sized bed and read books I’d been meaning to read but never got around to in my frenetic city life. And lulled by the sound of lapping waves, I napped and dreamt of baby dolphins.
Before you knew it, it was dinner time. One evening, it was an exquisite Maldivian dinner laced with chilli, coconut and cloves at Guduguda, followed by a round of fragrant, bubbling shisha. Another, it was perfectly grilled vegetables, seafood and meats at the BBQ Shak. All followed by either a cocktail in the all-white Hamptons-like Todi’s Bar, or karaoke under the biggest disco ball in the Maldives at Beru Bar where the floor is made entirely of glass so you can belt out Dancing Queen whilst being literally suspended over the sea.
