Slip into a life aquatic in the Maldives, where primordial splendour and the finest modern amenities can exist side by side. And then some.
I don’t think you could ever get used to it: the first glimpse of a sleek grey shape below. The pulse of your breath in the snorkel stops. Caught between fight and flight, you float. Two blacktip reef sharks slowly curve their way along the drop-off below. “Relax,” you tell yourself. “Stay calm.” Instead of putting distance between you and the sharks, you follow them. Look at you: David Attenborough in the Maldives!
The sharks remain at a tantalising distance before disappearing into the blue. You swim on through the dizzying variety and proximity – the infinity – of underwater life. You’ve already seen a large octopus, a moray eel, an eagle ray and a turtle, but nothing gets your heart racing like a shark. You turn to watch a jellyfish flap past, and there they are: the same two blacktips, right behind you. They must have circled round and started following you. Checking you out. Hunting you! Your heart leaps into your craw, and stays there until you sit giggling with relief on the beach of the resort.
“We have the friendliest sharks in the world,” laughs Moofushi’s front of house manager Mevin Ramasamy over dinner that night.
Moofushi is one of two resorts that our host, Constance Hotels & Resorts, offers in the Maldives. The other is Halaveli, on the eastern end of Ari Atoll. Both are among the best in the country, but what is it that distinguishes Moofushi and Halaveli from all the others? “Service,” Mevin replies, “and the wine.”
The guest relations staff at both resorts are cosmopolitan and not just widely but also deeply travelled. People who regale you with tales about exotic destinations – Aruba, Holbox, Gerring – as if making it onto this sliver of paradise has let you in on an even bigger secret.
“One thing I’ve learnt,” says Constance’s Sales and Marketing Coordinator Kersley Calou, who relocated to Halaveli from Mauritius, “is that Maldivians are naturally welcoming. It’s not an act; it is a sincerely friendly culture.”
Constance’s cellars boast 19 000 bottles of 1 306 varieties. Enthusiastic sommeliers plied us with complex Bordeauxs, rare Italian Merlots, Pinot Noirs from Southern France and a 2009 Argentine white called Zuccardi Serie A made from Torrontés grapes that will change your life. “How ironic,” you muse as you wash down your wagyu steak with a 2009 Grange des Pères, “to have all this at your fingertips on such a remote patch of land.”
Tourists have been flocking to the Maldives since 1972, when the first Italian pioneers were welcomed into private homes in the capital of Malé. Ten years later, tales of naked hippy couples surviving on otherwise uninhabited islands prompted the government to regulate the industry. Today, more than 100 resorts offer their dreamscapes to a lucky clientele. All the resorts make use of their greatest asset: the magnificence of the island itself. From my quarters in Moofushi I took the stairs from the balcony to the water and saw an eagle ray waft past. At Halaveli my villa’s bathroom was a tropical courtyard with stepping stones leading to a shower and pergola-covered sunken bath, both ingeniously screened by layers of wood and wall and Indian almond.
Some come for the thrill of swimming with the friendliest sharks in the world. Others come to prove that sometimes money can afford you things that most of the time money cannot buy. Everyone leaves the Maldives with a coral-island-shaped hole in his or her heart. And everyone returns a better person for it.