Our prize-of-a-lifetime, trip for two to the Maldives was doubly sweet. Spending 3 nights in the beautiful Kuda Huura Hotel was only just the beginning. The next leg of the journey, was a four night stay in the exclusive Four Seasons resort, Landaa Giravaaru.
It was sad to say goodbye to the Kuda Huura, and we were given a wonderful send-off. Yet there was a sense of excitement for what was next in store.
Our transfer was in a tiny Maldivian Sea-Plane. This in itself was an incredible experience! I have never taken-off or landed in the sea before! It was all a bit of an adventure, to say the least. We had to wear ear plugs that looked a bit like cheesy Watsits!
Flying over the Maldives is an astonishing sight. Atol after atol like shimmering pearls amidst the irridescent jewel-like ocean.
Around 40 minutes later, our destination came into view. We had certainly arrived in style!
Two years later, I still look back and pinch myself.
I’d finally got my head around leaving the children. The four of them would be spending the week with various family members. Everything was neatly arranged. All that remained was to try and get a good night’s rest before a day of gruelling travel.
And that’s when the puking began. It was about 3:30 am. All of a sudden, our four-year-old, Emily, appeared at our bedside and announced that she was going to be sick.
She was absolutely right about that. Poor little angel.
What on earth were we supposed to do now? Perhaps this was a sign…that we shouldn’t be going? I’d never felt so torn. What if she had a bug? How could I leave her with my parents like this? “Hi mum and dad – Thank you so much for looking after our child – Here’s her suitcase….Oh and here’s a sick bucket…”
At about 7am, I nervously called my parents to explain the situation, half expecting that we would have to cancel the trip.
Of course, they insisted that we still go…Let it be said, right here, right now, my parents are absolute heroes.
And so, choking back the tears, we said our goodbyes. My heart was in knots as I watched little Emily wave us off, tightly clutching hold of her beloved Winnie The Pooh Bear. Saying goodbye, even if just for a week, is the hardest thing to do. But nevertheless, we were off to the Maldives.
It was an ordinary evening when my mobile phone rang.
“Hi Love, it’s me!”
I hadn’t expected to hear from Nathan – he was attending a Four Seasons Promotional event up in London.
I detected an air of excitement in his voice, but was not the slightest bit prepared for what was to come. Most people would only dream of receiving a phone call like this.
“You won’t believe it!” he said.
“What?” I implored, the tension mounting. “Tell me!”
“I’ve just won a trip for two…to the Maldives!”
A trip for two? But that would mean leaving our four children. Who would look after them? I couldn’t possibly ask my parents to have them again, could I?
“Noooo way?!” I said, in the most cheery voice that I could muster.
“Yep…it was the top prize! All our name badges were put into a hat and mine got pulled out! I’ve been praying that we could see the Indian Ocean…We’re off to the Maldives, baby!”
I gulped. We were off to the Maldives.
“Oh wow! That’s…fantastic!”
Now my husband knows me all too well. “Hey, don’t worry about the kids! This is the trip of a life-time! It’s only for a week. They’ll be fine. I’m sure your mum and dad would be happy for you to go.”
He was probably right.
It dawned on me. Most people would be running around the house whoop-whooping at news like this. And there was I, standing motionless, like a sack of old spuds, almost wishing that this wasn’t happening to me.