Bubbles and sunshine: Hayman Island, Qld

Sadly, this is not me. This is a leggy model,
at Hayman’s  (and my)beach 

The Sun Goddess awaits: my transport to Hayman Island is a gleaming white launch awash with sparkling wine. 
The smooth journey from Great Barrier Reef Airport on Hamilton Island to Hayman takes an hour, which is long enough to nibble at a plate of canapes and toast the journey with flutes of sparkling wine from the Hunter Valley’s Bimbadgen Estate.
A little box with chocolates handmade on the island includes a white-chocolate prawn: that’s a first.

Alongside me on the Sun Goddess are urbane European couples (the women carry delicious handbags), newlyweds from Japan and a few families.
‘m told the resort is almost full when I arrive, yet I see but a handful of people the entire time I’m there. “It’s the great mystery of Hayman,” says a Hayman staffer, Sam. “Where does everyone go?”
If they’re one of a privileged few – and I’ve joined this elite group for only a few days – they’re most likely at a beach villa.
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Source: Belinda Jackson, The Age/Sydney Morning Herald, 27 October 2012

About the author

Fear is found on a creaking glacier in the Caucasus mountains and joy is encapsulated in the perfect Shanghai dumpling. And while I love a $500-a-night hotel room (who doesn’t?), sometimes the best stories are found in a $20 guesthouse. With an eye always out for good markets and great street eats, I write the travel news and features for the Sydney Morning Herald and Melbourne’s The Age newspapers, and features for whoever else asks. I have a particular soft spot for the wilds of the Middle East, scarves and carpets. My articles and photographs have been published in a range of consumer magazines and newspapers in Australia and abroad, and occasionally I chat on radio, too, from Essentials Magazine to 3AW or the Irish Times.

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