Sofitel Bora Bora Private Island,
21st March 2019.
Honestly, I don’t know where to begin. Bora Bora, the most romantic, tranquil, picturesque destination any couple could go to. Everywhere you look is mesmerizingly breathtaking. The harmonious atmosphere, relaxed staff and not to mention the mouthwatering 3-course meals. It’s everything you could dream of! I’m not surprised you see so many pictures up on Instagram about it. The island looks as if it was carved out by Donatello himself. Yes, it is that unbelievable.
However, I should emphasis how perfect it is for a couple. There’s a reason why it is called the ideal honeymoon destination. I am surrounded by couples! ‘Go travel’, they said, ‘it’ll be fun’, they said. Nobody told me to avoid Bora Bora, the newlywed convention! While spending €429 a night and paying an arm and a leg for a cocktail is all fun and games, I still feel bit out of place all the same. I’m all for independence, I genuinely believe it’s a vital characteristic. These couples do not. You won’t find one without the other, it’s disgusting, its 2019 lads! I sense the empathy from the bartender increase ever so slightly with each drink I order.
At the same time, it is still Bora Bora. It’s not all bad. There is a reason why the Kardashians chose to go there on their family holiday. I decided to rip myself from the bar stool and explore. I went to the extremely enthusiastic and cheery concierge at the front desk and insisted I was added to the next event at the beach. A jet ski tour. Jet skis! I don’t know whether I was sweating because of the volcanic heat or because of my oncoming panic attack. Anyway, I hopped on the jet ski, and by hopped, I mean I spent 15 minutes convincing myself I won’t die. To my surprise I didn’t die. I was in awe of the sheer serenity and beauty of the ocean. I became hypnotised by my surroundings. I couldn’t help but admire the dark huts and deep greenery contrasting with the clear ocean water. The ripples from the jet skis were the only disturbance in the glistening Pacific. The soft golden cushions of sand greeted the souls of my feet with a warm embrace, just what I needed after the riveting yet chilling ski ride. By the time I recovered from that, it was sunset. I’m not joking when I say this sunset is like no other. The warm, orange tones canopied over the entire resort. The world had stopped, and everyone was in the moment. I completely forgot that I was the only singleton there! Until I got to my suite and noticed the martini glass shaped sunburn on my stomach from falling asleep under the sun…yikes!
Anyway, I can’t wait to show you all the pictures and have a proper cup of tea!