TRAVEL SPECIAL Call of the Atoll MALDIVES
The Maldives is Instagram heaven, where time ticks by
langourously and where the most troubling question is whether one should
snorkel or swim
Pool or beach? Snorkel or spa? Champagne or wine For four sinful
days in the Maldives, my life re volved around tackling these tough questions.
As time ticked by languorously, the luxury of doing nothing, or doing it at my
own pace, offered a great escape from the real world to a palm fringed haze.
Actually the haze began the moment I set my eyes on this Instagram heaven from
the airplane -tiny islands on crystal-clear waters that fade from a soulful
cyan to a pretty periwinkle, white-gold sands with a turquoise trim and
burnished sun framed by a curtain of palms. Located 700 km southwest of Sri
Lanka in the Laccadive Sea, the cluster of 1,200 coral islands form 26 ring
reefs called faru in the Maldivian language Dhivehi. Childlikeglee is
appropriate, whatever your age.
No News, No Shoes
Some two centuries ago, Arabic traders bestowed upon the
Maldives a moniker that still seems appropriate: the Money Isles. Today, these
“no news, no shoes“ islands straddling the equator have evolved into a vibrant
playground for the chichi set. Singers, sport stars, TV personalities,
Hollywood A-listers land in their private jets to enjoy quality downtime,
honeymoon or renew their marriage vows in barefoot ceremonies on velveteen
sands. With MICE -meetings, incentives, conferences, events -gaining traction,
corporate honchos are also congregating for company conferences.
Given its high-profile clientele, it's no surprise that the
Maldives -Asia's smallest country -is also one of its most exclusive and
expensive. World-class luxury resorts are a major draw. My own is located just
south of the equator and sprawls over 4 km. I can hardly wipe the grin off my
face as a white speedboat whisks me from the Gan Airport to the resort locat ed
in Addu, the Maldives' southernmost atoll. Jet lag vaporises as the boat flies
over the sapphire sea, mist spraying my wind-whipped face. Smiling staff are
waiting at the jetty with welcome cocktails and scented towels.
The resort is set amid white sand, 25 dive sites and an
expansive ocean brimming with spinner dolphins, whales, marine life and some of
the most colourful corals on earth. There is spa as well as wa ter sports: jet
skis, catamarans, snorkels, stand-up paddling, diving. Hike, bike, trek, dive.
I weave through foliage-laden pathways to my ocean-fronted villa
(complete with an open-air bathroom larger than most one-bed flats). My first
meal is next to the lapping waves of the Laccadive Sea. Maldivian delicacies
like muranga tholi kiru garudhiya, or drumstick curry, made with the flesh of
the long drumstick bean, and reef fish cur ry tickle my taste buds. The sizzle
of meats, being grilled in one corner, whets my appetite further.
Dishes infused with sambol and lonumiris (a mix of spices, curry
leaves and chillies) take me to places I had never been. There's also fish in
mas huni, a paste of chilli, coconut, onion and tuna, which locals
enthusiastically chow down morning, noon and night.
Next morning, Saeed, who leads the resort's historical and
cultural tours, takes me around some nearby islands. “The Maldives was a
British protectorate between 1887 and 1965 and became an independent republic
in 1968,“ he says. “The first settlers were from what is now Kerala, who
arrived more than 2,000 years ago, though records of earlier visitors from the
Indian subcontinent also exist.“ During World War II, the British had a Royal
Air Force base in the Maldives. “The islands were strategically important as
both Japan and Germany used the surrounding shipping lanes and trade routes
between the Arabian Sea and the Bay of Bengal,“ Saeed elaborates.
We stop at Hulhumeedhoo island where an air of tranquillity
pervades. Although geographically a single island, it is administratively
divided into two -Hulhudhoo and Meedhoo. At the harbour, fishing boats called
dhoni are bobbing up and down on an ocean so blue that it seems fake. Labourers
are offloading cement sacks from cargo vessels. There's a frisson of excitement
in the local community, explains Saeed, about the harbour's expansion and the
consequent surge in tourism and trade. A couple of local fishermen are
disembarking from their vessels carrying the catch of the day -yellow fin tuna
and wahu. We watch the men fillet and clean the fish with knives called fiyohi.
Next we tour a mosque. Saeed explains that although the Maldives
is an Islamic state, over the years, Hinduism and Buddhism have both held sway.
There's an intertwining of religion and politics on these islands. Following a
drive to bolster “Islamic values“, public dancing, singing and spas are banned
on some islands. Alcohol and mixedsex beaches may follow in future.
The 900-year-old Koagannu Cemetery -the oldest and the largest
in the Maldives -on Meedhoo island looks like a macabre movie set. Row upon row
of moss-sheathed tombstones dot it. “The cemetery was built for the burial of the
island's ancient rulers,“ says Saeed as we tiptoe between the graves, some of
kids as young as five.
Feast of Flavours
Maldivian cuisine, unsurprisingly, revolves around seafood.
Prawns, squids, crabs, lobsters and fish form an intrinsic part of home meals
as well as of restaurant menus.Tuna, available plentifully, is incorporated
into a variety of dishes.
One day, I visit a home for an authentic Maldivian meal.The
ever-smiling Marryam Manikufaah welcomes us, “Come, come, we don't lock our
houses here. Everyone knows everyone and the community lives like one big
family.“ Marryam's neighbour Shanthi has popped in to help and the duo have
been cooking since 4 am. There's steamed breadfruit and bananas, boiled yam and
papayas, sambol-anointed parrot fish, wahu and boiled tuna.Dessert is bondiba,
a delicious confection of rice, palm sugar, dried rose petals and jasmine water
compressed into laddoos. To wave off the food coma, I jump into the undholi,
the traditional Maldivian swing found in most houses in the atoll.
Island in the Sun
The heart-shaped Addu Atoll (also called Seenu) has the British
imprimatur all over it. It was a military base until the 1970s. “The British
bases were first established in Addu during World War II as part of the Indian
Ocean defences. In 1956, the British developed a Royal Air Force base here as a
strategic Cold War outpost,“ explained a local guide.These days the RAF
barracks form part of Equator, one of many resorts that pepper the archipelago.
Gan Island, also part of Addu, received its first flight --Sri
Lankan Airlines -in late 2016 and tourism is expected to boom in the southern
atoll. As we tour Feydhoo and Hithadhoo islands, both seem bereft of any hotels
or shops simply because there are no tourists. The World War II memorial built
by the British attracts some footfalls though. The islands have a multitude of
mosques as well as picnic spots near the reclaimed area where the elusive pine
screw grows.
Koatey, a wetland, shelters over a hundred of spe cies of birds,
many of them endangered. Calm permeates the area. There no hawkers selling
sarongs, taxi tours or touristy tat.
There are no signs of agriculture or industry either, though
there is a nine-hole golf course, one of the longest roads in the Maldives and
the nation's tallest mountain, Mount Villingili.
Addu is also the Maldives' economic and administrative hub, and
it is the second most important city after capital Male. Its 32,000 inhabit
ants are spread over seven is lands. It teems with spinner dol phins, sea
turtles, whale sharks and white terns, an indigenous seabird now endangered.
As the world's flattest coun try, the Maldives' vulnerability to
climate change makes its fragile biodiversity seem all the more valuable.
Should global warming melt the polar ice cap, the Maldives will be one of the
first places to be submerged under water. Apparently the Maldivian government
already has a plan in place to relocate its 400,000 inhabitants to safer shores
should Apocalypse arrive.
Hope it doesn't. For the islands are one of the earth's greatest
treasures. And their beauty far too exquisite to be lost to man's fol lies.
Every moment I spent on the island was a pinch-me moment.
Needless to say, on the return journey, as the plane cruised
through cerulean skies over a glassy sea and the Maldives slowly faded from my
view, I was already planning a revisit.
Neeta Lal Jun 04 2017 : The Economic Times (Mumbai)
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