shore, hunting for oysters for my dinner. Oh yeah, baby, we’ve landed in
paradise on earth.
is a hilly dot in the Palm Islands group, 80km off the coast of Townsville.
Lashed by cyclonic winds last year, the resort recently reopened, and if it
plays its cards right, will be one of those hideaways where sneaky celebs have
no need for wearing wigs or 80s fashion.
used to be described as exclusive, taking just 24 lucky guests. While it’s
still being repaired after Cyclone Yasi whipped the roofs off half the
accommodation, the resort can take just 16 guests. That makes us even more
way to the resort is chopper, or sea plane if you’re a bigger group. It’s just
30 minutes from Townsville in the little four-seater eggbeater, and we skim
over uninhabited islands, little atolls, a former leper colony and Palm Island,
with a local population of 2000-3000 indigenous people.
was bought by a Melbourne businessman who also lured Cheong away from Adelaide
to ramp up the menus at the Botanical, in South Yarra, where Arie has also
worked. That same businessman also managed to spirit the pair away for a stint
on the island, which is still being repaired and renovated. So it it is my absolute
great fortune to be one of just five guests (including my wunderkind), on the
island for the past two days. How do you go back to normal life after this?