The Travelling Fairy DancerAddicted to the Indian Ocean - Maldives
June 4th 2008 08:21
Rubbing my eyes in astonishment, I nearly jumped from the speed boat into the depths of the fluorescent water, even though it was nearing midnight.
Pulling up at a wooden jetty, we allowed ourselves to be guided from the boat, drank refreshing, mint flavoured mocktails and walked the planks towards a sanctuary of pure bliss.
This particular Maldivian island was round - as stated in many fictional stories of paradise islands - surrounded by palm trees and dotted with quaint cabins. The sand underfoot was of the required, powder soft, white variety and the staff were effortlessly cheerful, helpful and friendly.
The difference between the Maldives and any number of 'paradise on earth type destinations', is, quite simply, the extreme colour of the water.
I was blinded the first morning I woke to the gentle lapping of waves outside our cabin door. I closed my eyes and the aqua sparkles were literally imprinted under my eyelids; so forceful is the brightness of the blue.
Without another thought, I pulled on a bikini (which I noticed a while later was inside out) and walked towards the heavenly liquid in a besotted, trance-like state.
At a pleasing temperature of 25-28 degrees year round, being in the water while gaping at the colour, feeling it caress your skin while breathing in the fresh, salty air is pure, addictive indulgence of the best kind.
Pulling up at a wooden jetty, we allowed ourselves to be guided from the boat, drank refreshing, mint flavoured mocktails and walked the planks towards a sanctuary of pure bliss.
This particular Maldivian island was round - as stated in many fictional stories of paradise islands - surrounded by palm trees and dotted with quaint cabins. The sand underfoot was of the required, powder soft, white variety and the staff were effortlessly cheerful, helpful and friendly.
The difference between the Maldives and any number of 'paradise on earth type destinations', is, quite simply, the extreme colour of the water.
I was blinded the first morning I woke to the gentle lapping of waves outside our cabin door. I closed my eyes and the aqua sparkles were literally imprinted under my eyelids; so forceful is the brightness of the blue.
Without another thought, I pulled on a bikini (which I noticed a while later was inside out) and walked towards the heavenly liquid in a besotted, trance-like state.
At a pleasing temperature of 25-28 degrees year round, being in the water while gaping at the colour, feeling it caress your skin while breathing in the fresh, salty air is pure, addictive indulgence of the best kind.
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