Waking up bright eyed and bushy tailed at 5am would not usually be welcome. But on this occasion, jet lag is my friend. I sit on my balcony, reading while I wait for the sun to get up. Slowly slowly, the sky turns the softest, palest pink and I can finally cast my eye over my surroundings. It is impossibly lush with towering palms and tropical greenery that lines three adjacent pools, including one that stretches languorously out towards the beach.
Pops of buttercup yellow spring up on parasols and there are flashes of burnt orange and cerulean blue. We trip down to the beach, made of the softest coral-blush sands, mesmerised by the gentle lapping of the sea.
