Swimming with manta rays
manta rays several times before, says: ‘‘It’s one of the best all-time epic manta ray experiences I have ever had let alone filmed … as soon as we jumped in we were eye to eye with 27 huge mantas feeding, playing and even doing backflips. I guess they were just as happy to see us, too.’’
As we get back on the Ocean Whisperer, the yacht that is going to take us on the 40-minute journey back to Anantara Kihavah Maldives Villas on Kihavah Huravalhi Island, we are all, without exception, grinning from ear to ear. There are stories of close encounters, of photographs taken or missed, of the size of the mantas and how their mandibles seemed to gather water in front of them and push it into their great open maws.
Me? I eventually retire to the front of the yacht by the bowsprit on my own and run the images through my mind’s eye again and again. I know I’ll probably never come this way again and I want to sear the encounter into my consciousness and never, ever forget.
The Maldives is unusual; it’s a strict Muslim country where alcohol is banned but freely available in the resorts, and, for somewhere so famous, nobody seems to know where it is.
For the record, the Maldives is an Islamic republic in the Indian Ocean southwest of India. It is one of the world’s most dispersed countries – essentially 1192 coral islands in a chain of 26 atolls.
It is 1 per cent land and 99 per cent water, spans 298 square kilometres and is as flat as a pancake. Its highest point above sea level (2.4 metres) is the world’s lowest. At current rates of sea level rise, it’s posited, the Maldives will be uninhabitable by 2100. This is not a place to go mountain climbing.
But while there are no mountains above sea level, there are plenty of them below – the Maldives is essentially the scattered summits of a vast submarine mountain range (the 960-kilometre long ChagosMaldives-Laccadive Ridge).
Nowhere is this more evident than when flying into the resort from the capital, Male. Looking down on the coral reefs and sand bars in all their gold and turquoise glory, it’s easy to see where the pale blues of the shallows drop off sharply down the mountainsides.
There’s one such place on Kihavah Huravalhi, just a few metres off the stupidly luminous white sand beach by the water sports centre.
Here, you can wade through waist-high, periwinkle blue water to the point where the reef drops steeply off into the deep through ever-darker shades of blue. One moment you can see the sandy bottom and the next you’re soaring above an almost vertical wall of coral that disappears into vast nothingness. It’s certainly not the place for anyone with vertigo or thalassophobia. For the rest of us, it’s a fishy playground swirling with colour.
Here, just a fingertip away, there are ever-so-elegant Moorish idols with their trailing crest, coral-nibbling parrotfish, pouting butterflyfish, and teeming, glittering balls of smaller fish for whom there’s safety in numbers. Further down, mostly indistinct shapes in scuba diving territory, lurk what look like large wrasse, trevally, snapper or maybe a lone barracuda.
Anantara Kihavah Maldives Villas is on a coral island in the Baa Atoll archipelago. It can be circumnavigated by foot in about 30 minutes and is one of those ridiculously perfect luxury resorts you see on the ads, all palm trees over pristine beaches, tropical jungle, underwater dining and those spectacular wooden hut-style villas perched over transparent, powder-blue waters.
Oddly, the Maldives reminds me of Venice – one of those utterly preposterous places that really shouldn’t exist. A place that, even when you’re there with the sand between your toes and your eyes trying to make sense of the innumerable shades of blue from shoreline to horizon and beyond, doesn’t seem real. It’s real enough for more than a million people to visit each year, though. And we’re not all dreaming. Are we? – Traveller Keith Austin was a guest of Anantara Resorts and Spas.