Holidays: Fantasy Vs Reality

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If it’s true that Avatar’s fans are suffering withdrawal symptoms when they leave their immersive 3D world behind in cinemas, they should head for the Maldives right now. Here is an eerie, dreamlike environment that looks and feels real but is plainly impossible. A chain of over a thousand desert islands, many with hotels that cater to a James Cameron fantasy of all that nature can be; aquamarine seas, white coral sands, whispering palms, colourful wildlife – but nothing is quite as it seems.

Just as Avatar’s scenario has been craftily constructed to fulfill your sensory desires, the Maldives has been shaped for maximum immersion in the tropical dream. The wireframe technology is hidden away, but it’s there all the same. It operates on a different time-zone, apparently to allow tourists to reach the mainland for flights. Then there’s the electricity, its generators discreetly tucked behind screens of foliage. Connectivity too, and imported foodstuffs that feel as wrong as Tesco strawberries in January. On some islands the Disneyland analogy (cutesy fantasy out front, terror and panic backstage) has been pushed further, so that the effort of running a tropical resort shows through the cracks.

I ended my Oman trek with a four hour flight to one of these islands, where the Avatar comparison is totally appropriate. The place feels organic; the designers know that you know there’s no such thing as a perfect unspoiled natural paradise, but the wow factor they’ve built in ensures that you don’t mind. Wood, stone, sand and water are crafted to create open, airy spaces in the same way that Second Life sucks in bedroom-dwelling geeks. A discreet arrangement of Dedans furniture (looks wicker, actually plastic) sits on swept sand, surrounded by neutral concrete pillars and inset trays of pebbles overflowing with clear water. A beach-sloped horizon pool has had its tiles matched to the exact hue of the Indian Ocean beyond, and is wide enough to form wavelets that trick the eye into seeing only sea.

Oddly, it’s the natural phenomena that make you wonder if you’ve fallen into Avatar’s world. Gigantic fruit bats with blonde chest-hair swoop overhead and can clearly be seen clawing their way through the undergrowth in broad daylight – surely that’s a design mistake? Aren’t they only supposed to appear at dusk? And a late night walk along the beach reveals an even odder Cameron moment; my footprints expose tiny bright blue LEDs in the wet sand. Closer examination reveals creatures no bigger than a match-head that glow with a natural phosphorescence. And now the tiny nightlights in the pool make sense – they’re merely imitating nature. The herons and hermit crabs are animatronic, perhaps. They move too perfectly. The islands are designed to be experienced in six-day bites. At the end of this time, just like a movie, the beginning of the experience comes around again, only with a change of audience.

After roughing it in the desert and in Oman’s ghost towns, I was ready for the luxury of hot water. But here’s the interesting thing; I preferred the Middle East to a fantasy island. I got food poisoning at the exclusive Maldives retreat, and was surrounded by bored honeymooners.

3 comments on “Holidays: Fantasy Vs Reality”

  1. J. Folgard says:

    Don’t exactly know why, but I liked that post! The photograph is beautiful & strangely eery at the same time.
    Cheers!

  2. R.S.Charles says:

    I really enjoyed the article. Paradise is everyone’s dream, and these unspoilt islands are as good as it gets! Liked the reference to Avatar. Give me reality any day! My popular novel “Whispering Palms” is set on a remote, secluded Caribbean island where the rich and anonymous thrive. People just love reading about dreamlike locations.

  3. diesel says:

    Bravo, credo che questa frase è brillante

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