And surfs world's most hotly policed and expensive
to surf lefthander!
The last time eighties supermodel Cindy Crawford
appeared on these pages it was as a surf pupil for the Tahitian
heartthrob and Surf Ranch king Raimana Van Bastolaer, whom
she subsequently described as “human viagra”.
“He’s the Big Blue Pill,” wrote
Cindy Crawford. “ He can get anyone up! Even me!”
An icon of the fashion world, Cindy Crawford became
one of the most recognizable faces in fashion, known for her
trademark beauty mark above her lip. Her career peaked in 1987 when
she appeared alongside the other OG supermods Christy Turlington,
Linda Evangalista and Naomi Campbell on British Vogue.
Now, as if to cement those surf bona fides first established
under Raimana’s powerful hands in Lemoore, Cindy Crawford has
appeared in a photo shoot at the glamorous resort that fronts and
owns the rights to Occy’s Left on the Indonesia island of
Sumba.
And, not only is she enjoying the hotly policed left, Cindy
Crawford even allowed surf photo legend Jason Childs to grab a
couple of snaps as she posed in front of a pack of Sumba’s famous
wild horses.
Do you remember when Nihi, formerly Nihiwatu, was voted the best
hotel in the world?
For twelve thousand dollars a night, you can rent a five-bedroom
estate while a “starter villa” is $US1500 a night.
If you want to actually surf the left out the front, you have to
peel off around $US150 per surf, which includes local and resort
taxes, with a maximum of “one surf slot per villa” and a total
complement in the lineup of twelve surfers.
Claude and Petra Graves set up Nihiwatu in 2000 before
selling to American entrepreneur Chris Burch and South African
hotelier James McBride in 2012.
After renovations last spring, Nihiwatu was visited by Travel +
Leisure magazine‘s Peter Jon Lindberg, who wrote:
“I spent my week in Sumba in a state of suspended bliss,
orbiting among infinity pools, natural mud baths, waterfall-fed
swimming holes, glowing valleys full of rice paddies, misty
mountaintop villages straight out of Tolkien, and a beach that
looked as if it were airbrushed on the side of a van.
“That beach is spectacular, with or without the left-hand break,
and one can easily see why the Graveses pitched their tent here. It
can’t have changed much in the 27 years since: every morning I’d
walk the mile and a half to the end, and every morning mine were
the only footprints.
“Nihiwatu’s redesign—by the Bali firm Habitat 5—finds a winning
balance between refined and raw. Guest villas allude to traditional
Sumbanese homes, with steeply pitched thatched roofs and massive
kasambi tree trunks for support columns. Sumbanese ikat tapestries
and black-and-white photos of local villagers hang on ocher stone
walls. Wide-angle windows overlook lush gardens and the sea
beyond.
“Local touches show up everywhere: bathroom sinks are hewn from
slabs of roughly carved stone; wardrobes are fashioned from coconut
wood. The space is natural where you want it to be, sleek where you
need it—as in the seamless glide of sliding glass doors; the light
switches that glow in the unfamiliar dark; or the straw paddle fan
that swirls inside, not outside, your monumental canopy bed. Most
striking of the new villas: the Kanatar Sumba Houses, where an
outdoor shower is magically cantilevered off the second floor. All
the other outdoor showers went home and cried.
“Ninety-eight percent of the staff are from Sumba. Like most
guests, I was assigned a butler, a jovial Sumbanese man named
Simson, who arrived at 7 a.m. every morning bearing
breakfast—papaya, rambutan, watermelon juice, house-made yogurt,
Sumba coffee. (The foodhere is terrific, highlighting the bright,
fresh flavors you crave in the tropics.) One morning Simson was
limping because a scorpion had bitten him on the toe back home. ‘I
didn’t check before putting on my sandals!’ he said, as if it were
his fault, not the scorpion’s. He quickly added that one seldom
encounters them at Nihiwatu.
“Of course there’s an inevitable dissonance between Sumba’s
privation and Nihiwatu’s privilege, between a subsistence-level
economy and a butler-staffed resort. Perhaps that’s why so many
guests are compelled to support the foundation and, not least, to
visit Sumbanese villages. To do so is to realize how unique— and
symbiotic—the relationship is between Nihiwatu and the island it
calls home.”
Did you, like me, laugh a little at the reference to the
butler? “…a jovial Sumbanese man named Simson… one morning Simson
was limping because a scorpion had bitten him on the toe back
home.”
Oh, poor Simson, the damn native, paid to be jovial, even when
he’s seized with poison!
Six years ago, quasi-Kardashian
Brody Jenner rented the entire joint out for a traditional
heterosexual wedding, since dissolved, to Kaitlynn
Carter.
