Fiji’s Stunning VOMO Island Resort

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Fiji’s Stunning VOMO Island Resort
VOMO The BeacHouse Pool Panorama

The BeacHouse caters to couples and families craving a sophisticated island experience. Features 3 king bedrooms with indoor ensuites, private outdoor showers, private sun decks with double day beds and an outdoor bath for the master suite.

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Fiji’s Stunning VOMO Island Resort
VOMO The Palms Interior

This is VOMO's largest and newest private residence situated amidst pools and water walls---the ultimate "live in - live out" residence. Features four oversized bedrooms, three of which offer lounge areas and deep luxurious baths. The partially-covered large lap pool allows you to bathe in or out of the Fijian sun.

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Fiji’s Stunning VOMO Island Resort
Vomo Island Aerial of Main Resort Area

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Fiji’s Stunning VOMO Island Resort
VOMO Outdoor Dining

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Fiji’s Stunning VOMO Island Resort
VOMO Beachfront HERO

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It was a sensation I’d never felt before, a nervous excitement of what lay ahead. In my five decades of travels I’d never journeyed to the South Pacific. My imagination consumed my every thought—the excitement of traveling to a place nearly 2,000 miles from the nearest continent, over 5,500 miles from America’s west coast.

This was no ordinary trip. My entire 10-day journey had been pre-arranged by a dear friend and I’d be making this trip alone. Just relax and enjoy she told me more than once. So I decided to let her know-how and fate take its course.

Despite my worldly travels, the only thing I knew about the South Pacific, was the name matched the title of the Rodgers and Hammerstein musical whose sound track my grandfather played during my childhood.

Welcome to Fiji

As we approached Nadi International Airport, my eyes laid witness to the most gorgeous of sunrises splashing though my window seat. The bright star of our solar system glistened off the waters of the Pacific Ocean forcing me to retrieve my sunglasses, even inside the cabin.

When I deplaned, I began hearing a word that would become part of my vocabulary, even when I returned home. Bula—Bula (pronounced boolah). It had a certain ring to it that just sounded pleasant. The way the locals said the word, permanent smiles etched on their faces, I just knew it was meant as a term of endearment. I had no idea what the literal translation meant, but I sensed it meant hello and responded in kind to the dozens of people I passed on my way to customs and immigration. Bula literally means “life.”

I would pick up another important word in Fijian culture—Vinaka, which means thank you, or Vinaka vaka levu—thank you very much. Fijians’ are a very helpful and polite people, and visitors should always thank anyone who provides a service, no matter how small. To learn more about Fiji, CLICK HERE.

A young man, I guessed to be about 30 approached, Bula Mr. Bennett, his ebullient demeanor punctuated by the warmth of his smile. He had a bright colored, but well-worn t-shirt, shorts and a pair of flip-flops that had seen their better days. It would be the first of many such encounters with what I now believe to among the friendliest people on earth.

I had no idea where I was headed next. Unlike most lengthy trips to a new country, where I meticulously planned every last detail, I’d done none of that this time, not even looking to see where Fiji was on the map.

Currency: Fijian Dollar (FJD)
Language: Fijian & English
Time Zone: GMT +12
Best Time to Visit: July – Sept

I thought my greeter would take me to a hotel for a little breakfast and some rest and relaxation, after all it was 5:30 am. To my surprise, the gentleman grabbed my single bag and escorted myself and another passenger back onto the tarmac; wait, were we being deported? Relief washed over me as I took my seat in a four-passenger seaplane, and that included a seat for the pilot and another for a co-pilot. Today, there would be no co-pilot. This millennial was the pilot. He invited me to take the co-pilot’s seat which I was all to eager to do, but my 6’4” frame didn’t quite fit.

In a matter of moments we were airborne again headed to heaven, skimming the shallow bluish green waters, the bottom clearly visible from an altitude of 1,000 feet. Ten minutes later, the warm waters of the Pacific, churned by the plane’s propellers splash along the underbelly leaving a light mist on the windows.

Vomo Island is the most unspoiled piece of real estate I’d ever experienced to that point in my life. The lush vegetation of this 255-acre private island nearly obscured the entire resort setting, a mere five-minute walk from where we disembarked. What starred back at me left me speechless.

Vomo Island Resort

The first thing I noticed was the quiet, save for our own breathing. A slight breeze rustled the trees then relaxed, perfectly still. That pounding surf we hear so much about in other parts of the world simply didn’t exist, at least not on this corner of Vomo Island. The water acted more like a soft blanket gently covering the sandy shoreline so as not to disturb the land.

Vomo Island Resort  is an all-inclusive featuring 28 ground-level bures (cottages) including four luxury beachfront private residences. Mine was a wonderful beachfront villa, with a hammock right outside my front door, where I’d spend the next four days drinking copious amounts of champagne, sleeping, and reading the three books I brought on this journey. All the spoils of life—phones, television, the Internet, I didn’t miss any of it. I made one phone call home to speak with my son; otherwise peace and tranquility ruled.

The most difficult part of my stay at Vomo was sharing space with all the honeymooning couples walking the premises. To this day, I believe the staff felt sorry for me. A new bottle of champagne arrived outside my door each and every morning before breakfast, and only my door.

The restaurant and bar was a fantastic open-air experience. While the covered portion had fans, none were necessary. Mother nature provided just the right amount of air circulation. The Reef Restaurant featured a gourmet cuisine that proved extremely gratifying. I made it a point to partake of seafood at every meal. Why not, it was caught fresh in the surrounding waters.

Oh, by the way, I feel asleep in the spa after five minutes.

I quickly learned tipping is not customary, nor required in Fiji. At fact of life I learned from a nearby tourist who gave me the evil eye for not knowing the customs. That’s what I get for not researching before I arrived. Fiji is a communal society and everything is shared. You might find boxes to leave a gratuity at hotels, but know everyone shares those tips.

An unexpected fringe benefit I failed to realize until arrival, Fiji is 20 hours plus one day ahead of Los Angeles. Translation, I was only four hours off my normal circadian rhythms—no jet lag to deal with coming or going as long as you sleep on the overnight flight from LAX.

Vomo Island Resort has undergone a $20 million FJD ($10 Million US) since my stay. Take a look at the slide show above to see what they’ve done with the place, you won’t be disappointed.

Fiji is Mother Nature’s gift to mankind. I’ll be back to receive my gift soon.

Michael Gordon Bennett
Michael Gordon Bennett

Founder & CEO, Sepia Lifestyle

Bennett is an accomplished entrepreneur, journalist, television and radio producer, actor, speaker, noted travel expert and author of two books, including the critically acclaimed 7-10 Split. He has worked in both media, travel and tourism for over 20 years, and previously served as manager of the Travel Channel's west coast operations. He's written for numerous magazine and The Huffington Post.

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