GOldenEye Resort 

Oracabessa Bay, St Mary, Jamaica

"GoldenEye is not an ordinary hotel, but a collection private villas, cottages and beach huts. GoldenEye is a place. A mindset. A far-reaching myth in the colelction of imagination. And yet, GoldenEye couldn't exist anywhere in the world - except, of course exactly where it is...." - GoldenEye Resort

 
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IT WAS OUR FIRST TRIP AS A MARRIED COUPLE. 48 HOURS AFTER SAYING “I DO” WE WERE ON OUR WAY TO GOLDEN EYE RESORT IN ORACABESSA BAY, JAMAICA.


We didn’t have time for an elaborate honeymoon, and since Jamaica is right around the corner from the Cayman Islands we knew that would be the perfect getaway for a mini-moon.

Mountains swept over the Jamaican landscape as we flew into Sangster International Airport, in Montego Bay. Wearing shirts matching ‘Married AF’, we walked out of the airport to see a tall man in a white linen short sleeve Guayabera, which intensified his rich mocha complexation, standing holding a sign that read “Golden Eye Resort Guests”. Waving to get his attention, as giddy tourists do, we ran over to him, “Hi, I’m Samson, I will be your GoldenEye Driver.”

Suitcases, cameras, and a Jamaican pattie in hand we all hopped into the van. As we pull out of the airport, Samson our best friend for the next two and a half hours, started playing? You guessed it, Bob Marley.

Hidden behind a stone wall of secrecy this luxury resort was not your average hotel, it was as if we’d entered a secret society. Rows of green palm trees woven through a canopy of lush foliage lined the sandy driveway, and in the distance was a small beach house, completely open with louvered windows, we were greeted with a warm smile, and rum cocktail, of course! This was not just any rum, this was rum made by Golden Eye owner, Chris Blackwell himself. Double fisted, my husband doesn’t drink, he definitely missed out on this one, we were escorted to our Lagoon Cottage.

Perfectly perched on the blue lagoon, our cottage had direct access to the water from our very own private dock. Not to mention, easy accessibility for that skinny… I mean midnight dip! Kayaks, paddleboards, and loungers lined the wooden dock. Sitting in a basket was more Blackwell rum (not that I minded) Ting (a Jamaican soda made from Grapefruit), a bag of plantain chips and handpicked bananas.

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After flopping out on the dock, from our long two-and-a-half-hour drive, we immediately put on our hand-dyed batick robes and laid staring at this small uninhabited island called Santa Maria Island. Once the rum cocktail, well two of them, were finished, we nipped into the outdoor garden shower and headed out to explore GoldenEye.

GoldenEye has a very colorful story. Back in 1942, a young Englishman by the name of Ian Fleming was sent to Jamaica by Britain’s naval intelligence service. Two years later, Fleming sketched his dream villa and named it GoldenEye. He returned to write – wait for it –  super-agent 007, James Bond. All fourteen of them, writing one every winter. In the 1970’s, Island Record’s founder, Chris Blackwell, acquired the property. Turning it into the resort as we know it today —complete with two restaurants, two pools, and a spa.

Meandering through the lust green leafage and sandy paths, we felt like we were the only ones there. Waterfront cottages dotted the beach, white sand secured the colorful beach chairs, reggae music… “Don’t worry. Be Happehh…” … played in the distance, where Blackwell’s record sleeves smothered the walls of at the Bizot Bar. There was this understated cool vibe all around.  

One week at this place and we were feeling ‘irie’. Between in room dinning’s romantic dinner on our porch villa, and The Gazebo, our tummies were having a time. The Gazebo, one of the in-house restaurants, is simplicity at its best, built in an airy, tree-house, overlooking both Low Cay Beach and the Lagoon, the Gazebo is home to the most creative ice cream I have ever had – scotch bonnet ice cream with a hint of vanilla dodded on a warm rum cake! Oh, and I had another rum cocktail.

 

One week at this place and we were feeling ‘irie’. Between in room dinning’s romantic dinner on our porch villa, and The Gazebo, our tummies were having a time. The Gazebo, one of the in-house restaurants, is simplicity at its best, built in an airy, tree-house, overlooking both Low Cay Beach and the Lagoon, the Gazebo is home to the most creative ice cream I have ever had – scotch bonnet ice cream with a hint of vanilla dodded on a warm rum cake! Oh, and I had another rum cocktail.


On the last day, my husband treated me to the Field Day Spa, three and a half hours to myself, where I received the ‘Purifying Experience’. Did I mention I had three and a half hours to myself? We paddled over on one paddle-board, hey we were newlyweds, to be honest, I have no idea how we did that because now we would never have made it off the dock. Located in a cottage on the edge of the GoldenEye Lagoon, I was met at the dock and treated to a peppermint foot soak on the porch. Shortly after melting into the chair, I was taken into my massage room, disrobed and poked, prodded, tickled, rubbed, massaged, scrubbed, everything under the sun and I L-O-V-E-D it. L-O-V-E-D IT!


The day we packed our bags to get back to the real world was bittersweet, I wasn’t ready to give up my lagoon cottage, my outdoor garden shower, the spa, my exclusivity, and irieness at this resort or my scotch bonnet ice cream, but it was time to head back. Thankfully, we requested our best friend, Samson to drive us back to the airport, this time we had our luggage, camera bag and a bottle of Blackwell rum in hand. There is no such thing as having too much rum. Is there?

Nuff love Jamaica. 

 

 

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