Article repost from Daily Mail
Article by Mark Palmer
The Dominican Republic has no fewer than eight international airports.
That’s quite a haul for a country with little more than 10 million permanent residents, and speaks volumes about its reputation as the all-inclusive capital of the Caribbean.
But two hotels are bucking the watered-down rum punch trend — one on the quiet north coast, the other not far from the flesh-pots of Punta Cana on the island’s south-east tip. Both managed to withstand the recent hurricanes.
First, a confession: I’m one of the so-called Aman junkies and hope that by the time I check in to the great hotel in the sky, it will have many of the distinctive Aman touches.
That means no signage, no muzak, no meal times, no signing of bills with the dreaded ‘tip’ box left empty, no dress code (though decorum is a given), no manager’s cocktail party, no over-manicured gardens.
And above all (now listen up, St Peter), a feeling that the place is empty even when it’s full.
Amanera, near the comely fishing village of San Juan — around an hour’s drive from Puerto Plata airport — is the group’s 29th outpost, and it’s Aman in all its glorious purity, starting with the main building that looks like it’s either suspended from the sky by invisible wires or floating above its immediate surroundings like a yogic master.
It’s a mix of thin concrete, thick glass and sturdy beech wood, with water, sunken sofas, white tables and chairs and sun loungers everywhere.
There are 25 casitas (little houses) dotted around the hillside, many with their own pool, all looking down on Playa Grande, a sensational mile of golden sand with no other building in sight. It has to be one of the most spectacular beaches in the world, albeit that the Atlantic can throw up some bumper waves.
Like proper mad dogs and Englishmen, we walk in the midday sun to the other end of the beach, where, tucked behind palm trees, is the ravishing Playa Grande Beach Club.
We have a yummy lunch before heading back.
There is an Italian influence to the cooking at Amanera, but with a Dominican section on each of the menus.
And for golfers, a championship standard course, with ten holes is set on cliffs above the sea.
To get to the understated spa, you cross the golf course, which, apparently, costs $1,000 to play a round for those not staying at the hotel.
One day, we take a boat excursion to Laguna Gri Gri, a freshwater lagoon lined with mangroves, where we spot white and green egrets, turkey vultures and blue swallows nesting in black coral caves.
That evening, we eat locally at Babunuco, where a Maestro del Cigarro shows us the process of rolling and pressing a fine cigar. ‘We make better cigars than in Cuba,’ he assures us.
It’s a four-hour drive from Amanera to Eden Roc, an immaculate Relais & Chateaux hotel that opened only four years ago within the gated community of Cap Cana, a mere 15 minutes from Punta Cana airport to where BA flies three times a week.
There are 35 colourful casitas (pinks, blues and greens) at the main hotel, and 25 two-bedroom beach apartments.
It’s some beach: a sheltered cove with creamy white sand, clear turquoise water, swaying palm trees, the gentlest of swells.
There are two restaurants at the beach, one Peruvian and one broadly Mediterranean, but with a substantial sushi menu. Both are delightful, manned by staff who insist on you having a good time.
And you will. Eden Roc is really two resorts in one.
At the main hotel, there’s a slinky bar and a more formal restaurant just off the stone-floored lobby, where a cheery Damien Hirst painting has pride of place.
Cap Cana has big plans. Already, there are polo fields, an equestrian centre, a newly-built marina, a magnificent golf course, and villas for sale — if you have upwards of $5 million.
If you don’t, a week at Eden Roc will show you a different side to the Dominican Republic, and go some way to justifying all those international airports.