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Pangkor Laut and YTL Spa Village, outside Lamut, Malaysia, are best reached by a wonderful helicopter ride northwest of Kuala Lumpur.
After jungle and hills, we came low over the sea and landed on a platform outside Pangkor Laut Island, 300 acres of woodland. Less than 15% of the island has been developed, and the roads are cantilevered on the hills to prevent damage even a single tree. We were greeted by a bright apple green Toyota Rav4s which was for the exclusive use of the Estate One guests during a stay.
We did a short tour overlooking Emerald Bay, with its crescent sand, green water and Spa Village, tennis courts, communal pool, discrete multi-bed blocks that somehow accommodate 156 bedrooms. A road marked Privat to Estates, which are villas with two to four bedrooms. The Estate One is accessed through a door in a solid dry wall. Inside, walkway walkways skirted trees and 45-foot private infinity pool, with the beach just below. The villa has two separate wooded bedrooms, all detached, plus an indoor air-conditioned dining room with attendant & # 39; room behind (this farm comes with a butler, a butletrete and a chef). There is also an octagonal outdoor dining area. Designer of this wonderful complex is Lech Bunnag.
My bedroom with wooden floors, with high cream walls rising up to an open roof with fan, is dominated by the four-poster bed and consists of a selection of international and local bedding and is located in a meter-high 50 cm wide horizontal wooden frame. The front and sides of the room look straight, if you open heavy wooden shutters or wall curtains, to the pool and greenery, and to the beach and horizon. On the back of the room, all floors are even stone. There is a working area with sensible desk / dressing table and own airport for wireless. There is also a fridge with soft drinks, tea and coffee. Further back is the indoor swimming area, with twin basin areas (large circular mirrors over units containing white ceramic semi-cone Kohler bowls, with wall magnifying glass, hand mirrors, washcloths folded as conical sculptures). I have a safe, satin-wrapped hanger and a brown basket beach basket. A central table holds a medieval potted plant with yellow chrysanthemums.
There are large glass-fronted toilet and shower rooms, the latter with side, hand-held and rainforest sockets, and neatly seated hotel-branded toiletries (banana shampoo, zest balm, Duneberry shower gel, peach lotion). The rear windows look in the jungle. A side door leads to a private terrace with the really hot outdoor pool, a marriage with permanently heated garden bath and stone bubble with lying areas for 2 and a selection of potions at hand. All locks simply pull over wooden beams, both inside and outside the door or shutter.
YTL Spa Village - named after the resort owner, YTL Corporation Berhad - is just that, with nine treatment villas in beautiful gardens. I consulted the Chinese doctor (he also has Indian and Malaysian collections). He said I needed more water and red wine. He did a Chinese massage, 50 minutes pummeling and yanking through a towel.
Right now you can eat internationally at Fisherman's Cove, or at specific Chinese or Malaysian outlets, all inside or outside dining overlooking the water - next month's sushi, in the spa and a Jim Thompson Thai restaurant will be added. Fisherman Cove has Johann Lafer as a consultant but the menu is international. A caprese salad here is a patty of cubes of skinless tomato meat topped by a topped goat cheese, drizzling of balsamic around. I followed this with homemade spaghetti and large mushrooms and addictive mango sorbet. Back in my villa I found a homemade magazine, with some sheets that gave holiday history, others common to my own notes.
Before the sun came up, gardeners carefully walked onto the beach and devastated leaves from the pool. Exercising, I pass a family with crab-eating monkeys (there are no crabs left so they have changed diet). Back home, I sink into the sea for a quick swim, show up, wash my performance with a half coconut shell in a urn of water - and turn to note four seals swim exactly where I was. I dive again, in my pool and looking at them. Shower, I run in green Rav4 for breakfast, memorable for a couple of peacocks that are heard loud and make your own toast, home-made bread over a real charcoal grill. The toast, along with mango juice, papaya with sweet lime, Bridel salted or unsalted sandwiches and the waiter Jerome asked courteously if I needed anything more - this is what all the breakfasts should be.
Daily at 1030 Uncle, a retiree retiring, a two-hour heritage passes along the jungle path along the eastern island and explains why trees that did not survive over the past 140 million years did not survive to crush an acacia as an example). I checked the air-conditioned gym, but not the squash courts. I liked how open reception area flowed into the library, with two computers and on to a pool area, where there is obviously free sorbet and fruit service at 3 pm, 4 pm. Because the fact that there must have been almost 200 guests in place, you rarely saw anyone twice, or except at meal time, anyone at all.
It was just time to say hello to YTL's hotel guru and medeare, Date & # 39; Mark Yeoh Seok Kah (see picture), visited to see how everything went and then it was time to switch to gearboxes and a little green Rav4 took me back to the landing plate. General Manager is Jeff Mong.