Friday, August 12, 2011

Cocoa - Island of my Dreams - Day 5

Time and tide wait for no man.
4 days have come and gone.
On this day, our last day on Cocoa island...

Day 5 morning.

They say that if you can find the end of the rainbow, you will find a pot of gold there.

Breakfast for her.
French toast, grilled banana, passion fruit butter and cashew streusel.

Breakfast for him.
Cocoa breakast: eggs cooked to your liking with potato roesti, roast tomatoes, mushrooms, bacon and chipolatas.

Last round of snorkelling.

Taking abit of everything down as memories.

Our first and last lunch on the island.

Lunch for her. Seared local reef fish, chickpea, cauliflower and pomegranate salad with tomatoes, sumac dressing and hummus.

Lunch for him. Crispy fried snapper with sweet potatoes, mojo verde and lime aioli.

End off the sumptuous lunch with chocolate mousse, coconut and passion fruit cake with coconut sorbet.

A hefty bill of a meal.

The delayed check out allows us to capture more precious moments.

With the clock ticking away, every second counts.

The middle one, our dhoni for the past few nights.

Breathing in the here and now.

A walk to remember.

Though the sun has not set, the moon is eager to steal a peek.

There goes our luggage at 6pm sharp.

One last glimpse.

Lounging at the Faru Bar while waiting for our boat.

For her, an island affair cocktail.
She is sad that her affair with Cocoa island is coming to a close.

Walking our last round.

Farewell Cocoa island.

Heading towards the jetty.
Goodbye Cocoaaaaa.

Thursday, August 11, 2011

Cocoa - Island of my Dreams - Day 4

Having nothing to do and the whole day to do it, is in itself a blessing.

Day 4. Waiting for sunrise to no avail.

Quiet. Peaceful. Serene.

Day 4 breakfast.
3 egg omelet with your choice of fillings: gruyere cheese, cheddar chesse, cottage cheese, peppers, leeks, onions, mushrooms, garden herbs, ham, smoked salmon, asparagus, spinach masala potato.

Ulaa restaurant, the one and only restauant on Cocoa island.

The salad bar.

Our next door neighbour. An exclusive family suite.

Where the jetty ends is the beginning of sharp descent into the ocean.

Time for calories burning.

Sudden gust of strong wind.

Spending rest of the day holed up in our dhoni, listening to melody of the rain as it becomes one with the vast ocean.

We skip dinner and receive a phone call from Ulaa restaurant inquiring on our absence. Such personalised service!