My hand hovered over the sliding glass door; I had always imagined being in this exact situation and I wanted to make sure I was fully present to absorb it. As I set foot onto the private deck, the fog of exhaustion temporarily lifted while my unwashed plane hair simultaneously frizzed to the extreme.
745 shades of blue (give or take) greeted me in the Maldives, stretching out for miles. Sun glistened on the plunge pool and the only sound was the clear lagoon water gently lapping below as I took the wooden steps straight into the sea. It was then that I could confirm that overwater bungalows are, without a doubt, as magical as they seem.