Maldives is a profoundly beautiful archipelago. Such that, it is often betrayed by mere pictures and words. Its pristine emptiness needs to be experienced. On a holiday there for four days, my sister and I had chosen the Olhuveli Resort and Spa to detox from Delhi and catch up on reading, chatting and being in complete holiday-comatose. It didn’t last too many hours for me. The charm of snorkelling in the crystal clear waters, diving to forage through the corals and going on a Dolphin watching cruise fast trumped the lethargy. And I have to say that the staff at the resort had a lot to do with it. Chatting with Rosa, a dive instructor, I was shaken off from the indolence and pushed right in the middle of the action in the ocean.
Over the days, I met a number of people who have been working at Olhuveli for short and long periods of time and found out that the well-oiled resort machinery was being run by staff from over 15 nations. What a delight to see an Indian face, or say a ‘namaste’ to a Nepali and chat about Japan, Taiwan and Ukraine with others. Not only was this comforting for guests who were from non-English speaking countries, but it was a delight to see such a varied mix of staff running the place with such camaraderie and friendship. Despite being wedged in the middle of the ocean, hanging out with these folks felt like a hip cosmopolitan club in a city.
Before leaving, I took pictures of people from different countries and asked them why they liked working at Olhuveli. “It feels like home!” featured amongst the top answers.