By far the most luxurious, chilled out 'Christ is this real' part of our honeymoon was the fuck-off beautiful private island resort we went to.
I'm not one to brag, but it was bloody brilliant.
Here it is in case you want to go on one sick holiday. It's called Gaya Island, which is off the coast of Borneo, (another island).
Whatever. The point is, it was zenorific. And extremely fusion-Asiany, with people that filled up our water glasses while we lazed in beach chairs on the sand, and said good morning in such sunny tones every day, we wondered if we were in the chill room of an Ibiza club.
Most importantly, we felt like proper honeymooners. After coming back from almost a week in the jungle - sticky, frizzy, adventured - it was time to get the full honeymoon treatment. We were ready for that shit now.
Rose petals in bath tubs, swans made out of towels on the bed, free bottles of champagne, fruit kebabs on sticks, sheets turned down, little umbrellas in our drinks. We wanted - needed - some honeymoon stuff.
The Brit and I have travelled a lot together, mostly adventure/backpack style, so a bit of luxury was also to be completely new.
The island was filled with virgin rainforest. Next to crystal blue seas.