Q: Hi, I am planning a trip to Maldives in January but there are so many wonderful islands to choose from. What is the best island and best resort for diving in January? Is one week long enough or should we go for more? Thank you, Linsey
A: Since the islands in Maldives are scattered over a large area, and the best diving is found inside and outside the atolls' lagoons and in the channels in between, the best way to see the region is by liveaboard.
The highlight for Maldives diving is Ari Atoll where there are big schools of fish from big whale sharks to barracuda. Ari Atoll spans over 40 km in length and as it's the second largest atoll in the Maldives with 105 small islands, there are many great dive spots. A liveaboard can cover the long distances between the best dive sites.
But if you prefer to stay in a resort, Mirihi is the most popular in Ari Atoll and has good diving nearby. Other resorts on this atoll include Veligandu, Diva Maldives, Maayafushi, Constance Halaveli and Sun Island Resort.
A week trip is plenty if you stay at a resort. The resort islands in Maldives are small and there's not much to do relax by the pool, snorkel and dive.
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Tuesday, June 14, 2011
India to give $100 mn loan to each neighbouring nations
India today said it would provide $100 million as loan for each of its neighbouring countries to help them develop infrastructure like roads and power.
After a meeting of the South Asia Free Trade Area Ministerial Council at Male (Maldives), Commerce and Industry Minister Anand Sharma said India has evolved a new ‘Buyer Credit Cover’ for the SAARC region, that is, a development loan for them.
“We would be happy to extend such development loan through our Exim bank, interest rates close to LIBOR (London Inter Bank Offer Rate),” he said.
Sharma also said that as energy needs of South Asian Association For Regional Cooperation (SAARC) region is multiplying, there is a need to build greater energy security through trans-national electricity grids.
“The SAARC region needs to concentrate on all possibilities of cross-border electricity trade. This would help in better energy load management as well as energy security in South Asia,” he said.
As regard the Free trade agreement, Sharma urged all the member countries to “bring down all the protectionist trade barriers to achieve regional economies of scale at a greater pace.” He emphasised that the countries in South Asia need to rapidly break down barriers in key sectors like textiles, pharmaceuticals, infrastructure, electronic goods, automobiles and agriculture. He asked SAARC negotiators to complete talks for opening up trade in services through a separate agreement.
“The focus should also be to bring down the tariff levels for those items which still remain within the sensitive list,” he said.
He added that foreign direct investment (FDI) and trade within the SAARC region has been much below the potential and it should be enhanced further.
Source: http://www.indianexpress.com
India's first international passenger ferry service reached Colombo
Resuming the India-Sri Lanka passenger ferry service the first ship MV Scotia Prince arrived at the Colombo Port early today (14 ) morning after a 14 hour journey from the Tuticorin port in Tamil Nadu. The distance between Port of Tuticorn and Colombo is 280 nautical miles.
Ports and Highways Deputy Minister Rohitha Abeygunawardana and other Ministry officials were at the Colombo Port to welcome the ship and its passengers to Sri Lanka.
The vessel which will travel twice weekly on Wednesdays and Fridays and has a capacity of 1,040 passengers and carry 300 tonnes of cargo.
The ferry allows baggage for up to 100 kilograms per person as well as another 100 kilograms at a lower cost compared to air travelers.
Another boat, to start operating soon, is to be run by Sri Lanka's state-owned Ceylon Shipping Corporation.
The old ferry service stopped 30 years ago linked the Indian temple town of Rameshwaram to Mannar, a part of northern Sri Lanka heavily affected by the war.
Source:http://www.asiantribune.com
Ports and Highways Deputy Minister Rohitha Abeygunawardana and other Ministry officials were at the Colombo Port to welcome the ship and its passengers to Sri Lanka.
The vessel which will travel twice weekly on Wednesdays and Fridays and has a capacity of 1,040 passengers and carry 300 tonnes of cargo.
The ferry allows baggage for up to 100 kilograms per person as well as another 100 kilograms at a lower cost compared to air travelers.
Another boat, to start operating soon, is to be run by Sri Lanka's state-owned Ceylon Shipping Corporation.
The old ferry service stopped 30 years ago linked the Indian temple town of Rameshwaram to Mannar, a part of northern Sri Lanka heavily affected by the war.
Source:http://www.asiantribune.com
Tuesday, June 7, 2011
Winchester woman home from voluntary work in the Maldives
VANESSA Crookes has just returned from the Maldives where she did voluntary work for a month.
Vanessa, of Edwards Close, Kings Worthy, was placed on a tiny Indian Ocean island called Komandoo, measuring just 350m x 250m. In spite of its size Komandoo was home to almost 1,800 people.
She said: “I was placed in the local school, teaching IT and giving workshops on their newly-installed interactive whiteboard.”
Vanessa, who in Winchester works as a volunteer at the Trinity Centre and the Winchester Churches Nightshelter, added: “The Maldivians are a wonderfully gentle nation and I know my work out there was appreciated and beneficial to the teachers and their pupils".
She would like to return: “The people of Komandoo are in my heart now and I wish to continue working with them. I aim to make this a yearly project of mine.”
Her father, John Hickson, a retired naval officer in Winchester, said: “My wife, Dorothy, and I are very proud of Vanessa and all the voluntary work she does in Winchester and overseas. It comes very naturally to her to help those less fortunate than herself. Our daughter is now planning to walk up Kilimanjaro for a local charity and we will support her in this project too.”
Source: http://www.hampshirechronicle.co.uk
Discovering the magic of the Maldives
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I could tell I needed a holiday as soon as I got to the luggage carousel. My fellow passengers were pressing up to the empty conveyor and jostling for a place to stare intently at the space where their bag wasn’t.
This always annoys me but today it made me seethe. I stood well back from the throng - further back than necessary. Wasn’t it obvious that if everyone stood back we could all see which bags had arrived and have room to go and haul it free?
A single bag trundled into view, tip-toes were stood on and necks were craned. The bag disappeared behind a curtain of rubber flaps. The empty carousel came to a juddering halt. The crowd squeezed tighter.
I glared and sank into a mood of sanctimonious contempt.
This, I raged, was the same spirit of blind selfishness that allows people to drive in the middle lane oblivious to the chaos they are causing behind; to dart from the back of a long line of shoppers at a supermarket checkout and take pole position at a newly opened till convincing themselves they are not really queue jumping; it is the essence of the motorist who speeds past a jam of patiently merged traffic at motorway roadworks only to barge in at the very last moment with an airy wave of the hand and a self satisfied smirk on their lips.
Like I said, I needed a holiday.
By the time I emerged from Male Airport into the heat of the Maldives afternoon I was in a very bad temper indeed. And then it started.
The turquoise ocean virtually laps up to the steps of the arrivals concourse. A powerful speedboat was bucking and rearing at its mooring. Moments after stepping on board it roared away, tilting past a sandbank and blasting out across the crystal water towards a horizon dotted with the shimmering silhouettes of distant islands.
Wildlife
Porpoises leapt in shining arcs, the spray from our wake casting out against the bright sun like scattered gems.
Forty minutes later, the engines slowed and the bow dipped as we neared the tiny island of Bodu Hithi. If you are dreaming of a holiday, you are probably dreaming of the Maldives.
Palm crowned desert islands fringed with perfect white beaches set in the blue of the Indian Ocean. But they are selling far more than holidays on Bodu Hithi, they are fulfilling fantasies.
From the moment you step off the boat onto the immaculate wooden jetty you feel you have entered a tropical dream.
This two and a half square kilometres is home to 90 five star luxury villas, some built on the island itself but many perched on stilts above the water and accessed by sweeping timber walkways.
Inside, the villas are magnificent – polished wood floors, palm thatched roofs, opulent furnishings, some arranged around central bath tubs.
The air conditioned interiors open out onto private pools and tranquil decks leading out to either your own stretch of beach or a ladder directly into the sea.
Through the glittering water you glimpse fish of every size shape and colour, shoals drift in curious swirls before being startled into a darting silver haze, a small shark moves past darkly, jack fish hug the jetties seeking titbits like dogs, unicorn fish drift as a turtle gnaws the coral, a heron silently skims.
Days fall into a rhythm of indulgence and excess.
Bodu Hithi feels more like a luxury cruise liner than an island – an oasis of opulence with no other purpose than the pleasure of its guests whose faces quickly become familiar as they drift barefooted and open shirted along the sandy tracks.
Its sixth restaurant will open soon to complement the already impressive selection ranging from high quality buffet, sushi, snacks and fine dining. A range of bars provide sublime sunset vistas, the perfect places to unwind from a day of… unwinding.
Tranquil waters
The Coco Spa sits on its own stilted island offering all manner of treatments and massages. Daily yoga sessions are held on a deck looking out to the surf fringed horizon marking the edge of the atoll separating the tranquil waters from the open sea.
A small gym provides the last refuge for good intentions on this island dedicated to sloth.
The nearby Coco Club is a resort within a resort, an exclusive extension of Bodu Hithi’s luxurious offering. The club’s sumptuous villas are linked by an elliptical walkway over the water and have their own restaurant and bar.
Romance is high on the agenda – small plaques border the walkways marking honeymoons, weddings and anniversaries. Indeed many of the excursions, or ‘experiences’, are focussed on this atmosphere of love – sunset cruises quaffing champagne, a private open air cinema or they will even maroon you on your very own desert island so you can rough it with a well stocked ice box.
Priceless memories, perhaps, but it is worth checking what is included in your package as things do not come cheap in the Maldives.
For the less romantically inclined (or holiday fidgets like me) the sea is the obvious playground. You only need don a mask and snorkel and paddle out a short distance from the shore to revel in the sheer beauty of the reefs but the diving really is excellent.
The diving centre offers courses and several daily trips to take in the kaleidoscopic wonderland of the reefs.
The friendly staff create a relaxed atmosphere – it’s more like diving with your mates than a resort centre. However, the island is ill served by the separate and somewhat limited water sports centre where the service falls short of the high standard set everywhere else.
Stepping out of the five star bubble and back into the airport was a shock but Bodu Hithi had left me with a sense of calm and well-being I hadn’t felt for years.
I was soothed by a week of handholding walks and sand between my toes. My rage at the lunatic world of the luggage carousel felt distant and inexplicable. What was a I thinking? These were people intoxicated by the excitement of arrival, who could blame someone from joining the jostle to see if their bag was on the same continent?
I reflected that middle lane drivers are not doing anyone any harm, they are a reminder that we should all just slow down a little.
We should be glad if a new checkout opens while we queue in a supermarket and a fellow shopper can be served more quickly –their fortune does not make me any less fortunate.
My soothed mind turned to those drivers who barge in to a line of traffic at the last moment – I seethed with a rekindled passion. I hate them and always will. The Maldives can certainly work wonders on a weary soul, but it can’t perform miracles.
Source: http://menmedia.co.uk
I could tell I needed a holiday as soon as I got to the luggage carousel. My fellow passengers were pressing up to the empty conveyor and jostling for a place to stare intently at the space where their bag wasn’t.
This always annoys me but today it made me seethe. I stood well back from the throng - further back than necessary. Wasn’t it obvious that if everyone stood back we could all see which bags had arrived and have room to go and haul it free?
A single bag trundled into view, tip-toes were stood on and necks were craned. The bag disappeared behind a curtain of rubber flaps. The empty carousel came to a juddering halt. The crowd squeezed tighter.
I glared and sank into a mood of sanctimonious contempt.
This, I raged, was the same spirit of blind selfishness that allows people to drive in the middle lane oblivious to the chaos they are causing behind; to dart from the back of a long line of shoppers at a supermarket checkout and take pole position at a newly opened till convincing themselves they are not really queue jumping; it is the essence of the motorist who speeds past a jam of patiently merged traffic at motorway roadworks only to barge in at the very last moment with an airy wave of the hand and a self satisfied smirk on their lips.
Like I said, I needed a holiday.
By the time I emerged from Male Airport into the heat of the Maldives afternoon I was in a very bad temper indeed. And then it started.
The turquoise ocean virtually laps up to the steps of the arrivals concourse. A powerful speedboat was bucking and rearing at its mooring. Moments after stepping on board it roared away, tilting past a sandbank and blasting out across the crystal water towards a horizon dotted with the shimmering silhouettes of distant islands.
Wildlife
Porpoises leapt in shining arcs, the spray from our wake casting out against the bright sun like scattered gems.
Forty minutes later, the engines slowed and the bow dipped as we neared the tiny island of Bodu Hithi. If you are dreaming of a holiday, you are probably dreaming of the Maldives.
Palm crowned desert islands fringed with perfect white beaches set in the blue of the Indian Ocean. But they are selling far more than holidays on Bodu Hithi, they are fulfilling fantasies.
From the moment you step off the boat onto the immaculate wooden jetty you feel you have entered a tropical dream.
This two and a half square kilometres is home to 90 five star luxury villas, some built on the island itself but many perched on stilts above the water and accessed by sweeping timber walkways.
Inside, the villas are magnificent – polished wood floors, palm thatched roofs, opulent furnishings, some arranged around central bath tubs.
The air conditioned interiors open out onto private pools and tranquil decks leading out to either your own stretch of beach or a ladder directly into the sea.
Through the glittering water you glimpse fish of every size shape and colour, shoals drift in curious swirls before being startled into a darting silver haze, a small shark moves past darkly, jack fish hug the jetties seeking titbits like dogs, unicorn fish drift as a turtle gnaws the coral, a heron silently skims.
Days fall into a rhythm of indulgence and excess.
Bodu Hithi feels more like a luxury cruise liner than an island – an oasis of opulence with no other purpose than the pleasure of its guests whose faces quickly become familiar as they drift barefooted and open shirted along the sandy tracks.
Its sixth restaurant will open soon to complement the already impressive selection ranging from high quality buffet, sushi, snacks and fine dining. A range of bars provide sublime sunset vistas, the perfect places to unwind from a day of… unwinding.
Tranquil waters
The Coco Spa sits on its own stilted island offering all manner of treatments and massages. Daily yoga sessions are held on a deck looking out to the surf fringed horizon marking the edge of the atoll separating the tranquil waters from the open sea.
A small gym provides the last refuge for good intentions on this island dedicated to sloth.
The nearby Coco Club is a resort within a resort, an exclusive extension of Bodu Hithi’s luxurious offering. The club’s sumptuous villas are linked by an elliptical walkway over the water and have their own restaurant and bar.
Romance is high on the agenda – small plaques border the walkways marking honeymoons, weddings and anniversaries. Indeed many of the excursions, or ‘experiences’, are focussed on this atmosphere of love – sunset cruises quaffing champagne, a private open air cinema or they will even maroon you on your very own desert island so you can rough it with a well stocked ice box.
Priceless memories, perhaps, but it is worth checking what is included in your package as things do not come cheap in the Maldives.
For the less romantically inclined (or holiday fidgets like me) the sea is the obvious playground. You only need don a mask and snorkel and paddle out a short distance from the shore to revel in the sheer beauty of the reefs but the diving really is excellent.
The diving centre offers courses and several daily trips to take in the kaleidoscopic wonderland of the reefs.
The friendly staff create a relaxed atmosphere – it’s more like diving with your mates than a resort centre. However, the island is ill served by the separate and somewhat limited water sports centre where the service falls short of the high standard set everywhere else.
Stepping out of the five star bubble and back into the airport was a shock but Bodu Hithi had left me with a sense of calm and well-being I hadn’t felt for years.
I was soothed by a week of handholding walks and sand between my toes. My rage at the lunatic world of the luggage carousel felt distant and inexplicable. What was a I thinking? These were people intoxicated by the excitement of arrival, who could blame someone from joining the jostle to see if their bag was on the same continent?
I reflected that middle lane drivers are not doing anyone any harm, they are a reminder that we should all just slow down a little.
We should be glad if a new checkout opens while we queue in a supermarket and a fellow shopper can be served more quickly –their fortune does not make me any less fortunate.
My soothed mind turned to those drivers who barge in to a line of traffic at the last moment – I seethed with a rekindled passion. I hate them and always will. The Maldives can certainly work wonders on a weary soul, but it can’t perform miracles.
Source: http://menmedia.co.uk
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