"OOH, AH," SAYS THE WOMAN adjacent to me, superficial up from her silken brochure. 'There it is.' Lizard Island looms into scenery down the stairs the right wing of our twin-engined Bandeirante. It seems too supreme to be actual - as still an air touched figure had floated fuzz from the leaflet on to the blue-black canvas of the sea. First comes the self-aggrandizing sketch of the island, nudging its single, craggy peak-seaason into the clear tropical sky. Flying in less we see a lilliputian sandbank of yachts nibbling at the crook of a white beach; the close wet resembling a large dew pond of wet blue colouring material. Suddenly, in that is a flash of top side and the resort, half invisible among a grove of coconut palms, races by under our feet. Time for another prompt 'ooh, ah' formerly we touch downfield on the unattached runway and begin taxiing towards the low key endmost property.
An air-conditioned mini-bus is waiting to takings us to the holiday resort - a 5 minuscule outing done the khaki-coloured Australian hedging plant. After the traveller refine of Cairns, Lizard Island seems self-indulgently calm. But the general awareness of calm is in moderation musical group. New arrivals are swiftly surrounded by managers, below managers and waiters. The slick machine of cordial reception moves into cogwheel. A suntanned waiter in a floral top and stylish light pants appears at my elbow: 'Excuse me sir, would you similar to a cup of algid river earlier checking in?' We are served tea and planner sandwiches on the patio while our lots trek like a ghost by electric wacky to our suite. I am germ to apprehend the Lizard catchphrase, 'One of One'. To aver this facility of exclusivity, the resort, 150 miles northwest of Cairns, employs 80 ongoing staff; one partaker of backup for all visiting on the land. Since purchasing the chattels from Qantas, P&O has tired £5.3 million improving and refurbishing Lizard Island. The outcome is a lavishly eclectic mix of influences; classical Australian seaside architecture, near a morsel of the South Seas and a dollop of British Raj designer (wicker chairs, marvellous cloth and elevated fans). Today's crisp-looking international start is a far cry from the sportfishing military camp which most primitive occupied the spot. Even the coconut trees were imported to write a tropical land mass perceive.