Ever wondered why the French Polynesia Islands are some of the most renown destinations – Tahiti and Bora Bora – with limited media coverage? The answer is discretion. The area is a magic, yes magic, cluster of archipelagos: Tuamotu, Austral, Gambier, Society and Marquesas, of which within there are exclusively private or public islands. Apart from the staple features of an exotic island, the most sensational attributes are the white and black sand beaches.
I’m discreet to the point that I either enjoy my own company, or that of a man whose horizons stretch further than the parameters of my English garden, in Hampshire. My escapes involve limited to no wi-fi, nude-friendly and make-up free zones. This isn’t a Roman beach party, but rather a moment in time, spent in the company of an incredibly attractive young man. You know these Silicon Valley boys; they made their money in their twenties, and as a result, are living life to the maximum before they settle down. I also have a penchant for geeky boys, due to their intense excitement for things that many people won’t even grant a second glance. In a growing culture of impatience and discontentment, it’s refreshing to spend time with someone who is genuinely passionate about what they do.
Here I am: on the gorgeous **** **** island, with a dense palm tree plantation that provides ample shade and a romantic route back to my client’s five-bedroom house. Every morning, I cleanse my skin with a morning swim in the fresh salty water after thirty minutes in the sauna. As you approach the beach, the scene is breathtaking: the waves gently tumble on the shore, colliding with the talcon-powder white sand, creating a rendition of bubbling coconut milk.
Souvenirs: a picture. Which island? I’m afraid one cannot disclose but I will leave you with a hint: the sand is midnight blue.