Postcards from Malé.

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How many of you would believe me if I said that these photos were from my honeymoon in the Maldives?

My husb and I had a few hours to kill at the airport before we would depart for Perth so we decided to board a ferry and see the ‘other’ (you could say, less glamorous) side to the Maldives. Malé is the capital city in the Republic of Maldives and its urbanised, conservative nature couldn’t be of any greater contrast to the westernised outer island resorts.

In addition to tourism, the fishing industry generates a huge proportion of income for the Maldives which explains why every street corner is lined with almost every kind of fish imaginable. According to our tour guide, the fisherman are also amongst the highest paid workers in the Republic, mostly because their job takes them away from their families for months at a time, and also for the fact that it is incredibly labour-intensive.

After spending a few days on a deserted island with butlers and bell boys tending to our every need, being able to prance around in a teeny swimsuit without having to feel like you’re committing a crime, as well as access to an endless supply of cocktails and a long stretch of beach we could call our own, I will never forget the way my head spun as we navigated the colourful but fish-fumed streets of Malé.

It was as if I had taken a ferry and after a short 20 minute trip, I was in Sri Lanka, instead. Mindboggling, right?