The first afternoon aboard the megayacht Ti’a Moana, I hop a tender to one of the deserted islets that ring the volcanic island of Bora-Bora.
At night, downtown Shanghai is a neon blaze, but all is dark in Fuxing Park, a residential district on the outskirts of the city, where my taxi has stopped.
Since 1969, Frontiers International has been leading hunters and
Easton Neston, an estate covering more
“Those aren’t our pilots, are they?” murmurs a passenger waiting for his flight in the private lounge at the Maldives’ Hulule airport.
“It’s okay to surrender,” says spa director Barbara Schultz, as she tucks a chenille blanket around me.
When the tom fazio–designed Green Monkey golf course officially opens at Sandy Lane next year, it will mark the culmination of the Caribbean resort’s long journey back to preeminence.
As I sit swathed in a loincloth, smoking a cigarette made from a mixture of turmeric and sweet flag powder, I realize the Tamara Ayurveda Spa at the Taj Malabar hotel in Cochin, India, is a total