Welcome to Amanyara
Ever since I was lucky enough to go my first ever Aman hotel five years ago in Sri Lanka (Amanwella), I knew I was in trouble. As someone who so often falls for tiny, boutique boltholes that feel more like private homes than hotels, I rarely fall for luxury hotel chains as it were. Aman is definitely the exception to the rule and I’ve yet to stay in one that doesn’t exceed every expectation and completely blow me away. I’ve been beyond lucky enough to stay in a good few Aman’s now thanks to work trips and working directly with Aman, and I have to say, this beauty in Turks and Caicos really is one of the nicest (although I wouldn’t be surprised if I say that about every one to be fair).
It was really nice starting our trip in the Bahamas and enjoying all Harbour Island had to offer, trying out different restaurant after different restaurant and speeding (15mph no less) around on a golf buggy or a boat, but this was our time to really crash and do nothing but hang out with each other. After missing our flight from Nassau to Turks & Caicos and madly searching on Sky Scanner before running to American Airlines and breathlessly making a new connecting flight by the skin of our teeth, we were so ready to get there without any more hiccups along the way. We had four nights at Amanyara and as soon as we arrived we knew we would never have recovered emotionally from missing one precious night thanks to botched flights. We thanked our lucky stars and immediately ran from our room to the beach barely stopping to drop our bags with a massive spring in our steps. As with all Amans, Amanyara takes your breath away as soon as you step out of the car. The architecture and use of light, clean lines and water is stunning and immediately scoops you up into the serene, Aman way of life. You’re in the middle of the Caribbean but could be amid a Japanese water garden if you didn’t know any better. Our room was no different; a perfect glass cube with a secret pathway slipping right down onto the dramatic rocky shoreline below, with too many beautiful places to lounge around on and never enough time. I can’t tell you how dreamy it was starting and ending everyday here. Without doubt, one of the most romantic places I’ve ever been without ever being cheesy or gross out. Amanyara is undoubtedly expensive but unlike many places, you 100% get what you pay for and more. Tiny little touches like a little gift and note every night on your bed and service that is above and beyond at all times really makes you feel special. Be prepared to splash out on food and drink too (but then everyone’s budget is different), but it’s again worth every penny. If you have a special holiday, honeymoon or just feel like living your best life, I can’t recommend this
We, rather predictably, spent every day on Amanyara’s sugary, azure beach with a coconut or virgin pina colada in one hand and a book in the other. There’s also an incredible pool with perfectly positioned cabanas dotted around but I’m afraid we didn’t take one dip in there when the blue sea below was so tempting. We tended to enjoy the pool at sunset instead with a drink as the candy floss sunsets were exactly mirrored in the surface of the pool, no doubt not an unhappy accident with Aman’s designers behind the scenes. Aside from snorkelling one afternoon out on the nearby reef, our days were spent solidly on the beach, dipping in and out of the sea, paddle boarding from time to time, stopping only for lunches of fish tacos and spritzers in the shade at the beach restaurant before cycling home barefoot on the hotel’s yellow fixies. The kind of days that leave you feeling like the best, freckled, healthy version of yourself. I haven’t eaten that well for ages either. The fish tacos are seriously worth shouting out, but every bite of food from our spoilt-for-choice breakfasts to the asian-inspired dinner menus was amazing. Definitely order some sorbet or ice cream as they come on a bed of crispy rice, a pudding hack I’m definitely going to be trying at home.
Strolling or cycling through Amanyara, you can’t help but feel happy. Roaming around the seemingly floating pavilions, there’s such a sense of peace in the air that permeates through you, turning even the tensest, anxious worrier into an easy-going zen warrior. Unlike lots of luxury hotels, Amanyara manages to be totally spoiling and completely unpretentious all at once. People come here to hang out with the people they love and zone out rather than prance around and be seen. Everything has been thought of before you can think of it (pillow menu anyone!?) and nothing seems to be too much trouble. But really, the pictures speak for themselves don’t they…
This place really was so special and will forever be the source of lots of happy memories. I can’t thank Aman enough for hosting us and looking after us so well.
Brown trousers | Stine Goya
White bandeau bikini | Asceno at Beach Flamingo
String vest | Mango
Gingham bikini bottoms | Anna Kosturova
Gingham bikini | Peony Swim
Linen romper (on bike) | St Agni
Long floral dress | Ba&sh Paris
Brown spotty dress | Rouje
Necklaces | Lucy Williams X Missoma