We're sitting in an anchorage between two resorts on Malolo Island, Fiji. It's guest turnover Saturday and the transports are continually arriving. Float planes taxi up to the dock at Malolo resort and spit out people to guitar playing resort hosts. Closer to us, helicopters hover, awaiting their turn on the helipad to deposit guests to the Likuliku resort. Here lies the difference between a $1000 per night abode and the $250 per night.
When we docked our dinghy at Likuliku resort (where no children are welcome), we were told in no uncertain terms that "walk-in patrons" are not allowed. We were discouraged from even walking into the compound to check it out. We could see the infinity pools and white clothed tables from afar but we were not to experience it firsthand. However, we were invited to visit their sister resort, Malolo, just around the corner.
At Malolo resort we received the opposite treatment. The restaurant host said, "As soon as you set foot upon our sand, you become part of our family." Families played noisily in the pool in a relaxed and inviting atmosphere. We were welcome to explore and come back anytime.
Isn't it better to be welcome where you don't have to spend as much money anyway?
