Holiday bliss
To paraphrase a classic song, Craig Tansley gets there fast then takes it slow because it’s where we’d all love to go, far away at Kokomo.
The surf’s so untapped that even the guide isn’t sure where we should be sitting to wait for waves.
He throws a buoy over the side of our speedboat: that way we’ll know if we’re about to surf straight into coral.
Across Fiji, thousands of Australian surfers are battling it out for waves, but here . . . well, I wish just a couple of them were with me now for company.
We’re bobbing on the drop-off of a very deep-water passage on the edge of a submerged reef, half a kilometre out to sea.
Behind us, I can make out the tall, green mountains of Kadavu, the nearest island. Here on its remote north coast there are no roads, just a handful of traditional villages built among the jungle, and certainly no hospital.
There’s no-one around us for 50 kilometres, and I’m surfing a break that’s only been sampled by a handful of surfers staying at the resort I’m at. Whoever said surf exploration died out with the 20th century obviously hasn’t been to Kokomo Private Island.
That’s how life seems to be in this part of Fiji. I’m staying on my own private island resort, reachable only by seaplane (or helicopter), flown by pilots in bare feet, and the only company we have – aside from the odd tiny village, on its own tiny island – are the cast and crew from a French version of Survivor living out Robinson Crusoe fantasies on another small island just north of here.
Many travellers think of Fiji as a one island destination, but there are actually 333 islands.
This one – Kokomo Private Island (on Yaukuve Island) – the latest, greatest offering to Fiji’s impressive stable of private island retreats, is a 45-minute flight from Nadi International Airport, or 25 minutes from Suva.
The island is protected by the world’s fourth largest reef – the Great Astrolabe – and nowhere in Fiji offers better diving or fishing. I’m no diver, but Kokomo Private Island feel so strongly about its marine offerings that it offers open-water introduction dives (Discover Scuba Diving) included in its room rates (don’t dive and you’re ripping yourself off).
There are more than 40 dive sites along the eastern and western sides of the reef – none of which can be accessed by any other resort, and most can be reached in less than 20 minutes by boat.
After a short briefing and a dive in shallower waters off the resort’s horseshoe-shaped bay, I’m taken to a site that allows us to dive along a dramatic drop-off of the Astrolabe.
There’s no-one around, just a whole lot of royal-blue ocean which, apparently, teems with reef sharks. And this is what I must remember: 1. Don’t hold my breath (my lungs might explode). 2. Sharks are my friends. The calmer I am around them, the longer I’ll get to spend with them. And 3. If I panic and scramble to the surface, 12 metres is deep enough to give me the bends (a life-threatening decompression sickness).
But the clarity of the water calms me – I can see beyond 50 metres so nothing can sneak up on me. Instead when eagle rays, turtles, reef sharks and a solitary manta ray pass close by, I feel like I’m sharing the ocean with them on my own terms (later, I’ll see a two-metre-long silver tip oceanic shark as I fish . . . and I’ll prefer my position on top of the sea).
Kokomo Private Island encourages first-time divers to go beyond the shallows and out to these depths (up to 12m), so we can see what lies beneath for the first time. Though around here, the most revered sea creatures often pass by the beach at the resort – between May and August, fevers of 20-or-so manta rays swim by, allowing guests to snorkel or dive with them for hours at a time. Humpback whales pass close by between June and October, and resident green and hornbill turtles live nearby.
For a resort with this sort of room rate – and one that was designed to serve as the legacy of a billionaire – Kokomo Private Island somehow manages to feel, and look, under-stated.
Australian tycoon Lang Walker intended to build just three villas. Now there are 21 beachside villas and five private residences. But while they’re huge, and they sit right on the sea (with backyard infinity pools, should the ocean not prove wet enough), their decor reflects the traditional style of Fijian dwellings: simple open-plan rooms and roofs of woven pandanus.
But it’s the resort’s secondary restaurant and bar, Walker D’Plank (you