Bucket List This: Hayman Island, Australia
A view of the Whitsundays on the helicopter flight in.
The One & Only resort reinvention turns island idyll on the Great Barrier Reef
It’s Sunday in the Whitsundays. “Sun” seems to be the common denominator, the operative word here. The Whitsundays, a tiny gaggle of islands, fuzzy pale green dots anchored in the Coral Sea off the coast of Queensland, in the north east of Australia. It’s sunny on Hayman Island, too, the most northerly of the Whitsundays, where the population is made up of R and R seekers and those that do their best to service that need.
It is the spot of the newest One & Only resort, the hotel group that counts Mexico’s Baja Peninsula, the Palmilla in Los Cabos to be exact, as well as the Ocean Club in the Bahamas (Daniel Craig famously stayed the night at the resort there in his debut star turn as 007). Add locations in The Maldives, Cape Town, two in Dubai, and Mauritius, and you start to get the picture. Exclusive, private, lush, tropical, reclusive, all words that evoke a sense of getaway, of peace, of, well, money.
But isn’t that the point? When we seek the solace of a holiday, there are times in our lives that go beyond the practical, a time when a milestone should be celebrated, or perhaps even more critical: while the world keeps spinning round, sometimes it’s just time to get off, stop, breathe. Go far, spend time. Do nothing. And everything.
The nothing to do at Hayman Island could also be considered a bucket list of sorts. Take the ferry launch from Hamilton Island’s airport and you’ve started off with a gorgeous sail. Or go bananas and, hell, arrive via helicopter. The sky’s the limit.
But again, isn’t that the point? We read stories, psychology of why we don’t take our holidays, our banked vacation time; we are crunched for time, for cash, for the will to take a step to plan. But the boomer in us knows different. We do have the time; we can afford it. Our own Zoomer readers state clearly they are intrepid travellers, they take three or more trips a year. We are lovers of hotels, we appreciate the finer things in life (after a bit of good old fashioned Canadian scrutiny of course; we are value for the money seekers after all).