Phi Phi Island Hotels in Loh Bagao

This oh-so-natural resort lives in its own bay in the stunningly beautiful Phi Phi Islands. There is nothing else around. While the crowded, central tourist village of Phi Phi was ravaged by the tsunami of December 2004, this and other resorts along the east coast of Phi Phi remained untouched.

It's all very well for you normal holidaymakers. You just pack your sunscreen, a selection of big Byronic shirts, or a bikini, and you’re on your way. But for the likes of globally recognized megastars such as my pampered self, it’s far more complicated.

Of course, you could argue that my private jet, fawning entourage and the autograph-hungry crowds who await me on every glittering boulevard are a welcome anodyne to the stresses of this brutal age. But, sometimes, I just want to drift away to some remote Utopia where no one knows my name and I can walk hand-in-hand with my paramour, without the incessant popping of flashbulbs. It’s not so easy when your face is as well-known as mine and your music is, well shall we say in all modesty, often described as that of the new Mozart.

So David and I decided to pack our disguises, false beards, Groucho glasses and the sort of dowdy every day clothing that I normal holidaymakers like you might wear and set off to revisit Phi Phi Island Village Resort And Spa, situated on one of the world’s most beautiful islands, Koh Phi Phi Don deep in the Andaman Sea. The resort sits prettily on Loh Ba Gao Bay, far away from the busy hoi polloi and backpacker-laden enclave at Ton Sai Bay.

Getting to the Phi Phi Island Village Resort And Spa

Having flown our Lear Jet into Phuket International Airport from London, we were whisked to our idyllic island by the resort’s fast speedboat from the Boat Lagoon marina on Phuket’s east coast. We arrived after an hour or so to have ourselves and our thirty-seven suitcases towed up the pristine private beach by a tractor and to be welcomed by a smiling Thai girl in a sumptuous silk dress who proffered a much appreciated cool towel. Its these delightful little touches that make this retreat such a favourite of ours.

We were soon ensconced in our luxurious wood-built Thai bungalow in among the hundreds of arching palm trees with the Andaman in front of us and the rain forest-clad hills drifting away into the misty distance. Our room was perfect and even boasted a kaleidoscope of tropical flowers strewn into every corner. Garlanded on the giant double bed, in the cupboards and wardrobes as well, and there was even a host of blooms swimming exotically in the loo. Pardon my romantic English sensibilities, but as someone who is renowned for spending several hundred thousand pounds in a single year on such glorious floral treats, I must admit I did find that first flush of our loo a little disconcerting.

After savouring the most succulent seafood imaginable served on our shady wooden veranda and charmingly accompanied by an icy bottle of unoaked Chardonnay.

Dave and I decided on a massage and facial in the hillside Wana Spa. Donning our false beards and noses we made it unrecognized along the private beach and on to the massage tables to indulge ourselves in two hours of recuperative Ayurvedic pampering. Bliss, my dears, sheer bliss. Evening gathered herself, as is her wont and we took to the waves in a kayak, paddling around the headland to a nearby deserted beach, where we snorkelled amid glorious coral gardens and watched the lightning flashes and a perfect rainbow arching above the towering limestone karsts of the Andaman Sea.