I was 30 when I had my epiphany: I realised that lying down in a scented room
while someone else cleaned my face made me happy. There is now worryingly
little I don’t know about the world’s nicest spas – the treatments they
offer, the cosmetics brands they use, the advisability of letting the
therapist in a Beijing business hotel perform extractions.
I have gazed like a love-struck teenager at beautiful pedicures, and fumed
over bad ones. Spas are good. They make at least some of us happy. They give
us time to talk to our friends, and to leave feeling better.
Having said that, I’ve always thought that getting on a long-haul flight to
have a facial is faintly ridiculous. The planet deserves better than a load
of pointless women traversing the globe in pursuit of glowing skin.
Then I tried it. My road to enlightenment got off to a good start as it began
in my Happy Place: Heathrow’s Terminal 5. T5 has everything I need: sushi,
make-up and an Anya Hindmarch outlet. There is the BA executive lounge, with
its dinky sandwiches and free wine, and an Elemis spa, where they massaged
my back to prepare me for the rigours of drinking too much at 30,000 feet.
And at the end of said flight, I found myself in Mauritius, at the Oberoi.
What can I say? Go. Now. Save up. Sell your granny if you have to. It’s
paradise. The sand is soft, the sea is warm and pale blue. I sat on a
sunlounger eating watermelon granita, with the Indian Ocean before me and
hibiscus trees behind. Mauritius isn’t short of luxury hotels, but the
Oberoi’s USP is good taste, privacy, good food and a fabulous spa. It’s also
less than an hour from the airport: get on a plane in England and you get
off it pretty much in your room.
If you want flashy, don’t come here. If you want group activities or communal
dining or scuba diving instructors who bully you into leaving your
sunlounger, think again. If you want quiet luxury, and to be left alone,
book now. Set in 20 acres, it has 71 rooms, hidden away down flower-lined
paths, many with their own private pools and gardens.
The spa is serious – and gorgeous: all dark wood, pale marble and stone, pools
of water and bowls of tropical flowers. Treatments are by charming
therapists, who really know what they’re doing, in soaring, thatched rooms,
some open to the elements, so you nod off in the fresh air, listening to the
birds sing.
They used Africology products in my body treatment, a new organic range from
South Africa. The African Hypoxis Body Experience was a two-hour
extravaganza of scrubbing, rubbing, kneading and oiling. By the end, I was
softer, cleaner and more relaxed than any Londoner should be. The spa menu
is long, taking in all the wraps, facials and mani/pedis you’d expect, but
the most popular treatment is the Oberoi massage. When it’s given in this
setting, by masseuses who know the meaning of the word “firm”, you can
understand why.
All the treatments use natural ingredients – rooibos, lavender, mint,
essential oils – a philosophy they carry through to the kitchen, where much
of the fruit and vegetables, and all of the salads, are grown in-house. The
home-made aloe vera yoghurt with fresh fruit is the only breakfast I’ve ever
enjoyed that wasn’t a cup of tea and a Marlboro Light. And although all of
my fellow guests were couples or families, I was blissfully happy on my own,
and would have been even more so with my mother or a girlfriend. So pack the
sunscreen and Jilly Coopers and go. I promise you’ll love it. And I’ve just
found a new Happy Place.
Kuoni offers seven nights in a luxury pavilion at the Oberoi for the price
of four, including flights with British Airways and transfers. From £1,610pp
based on two sharing (01306 747008; kuoni.co.uk)
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