Summary
The Atmosphere at the Tiki Bar
The fire pit in front of the Tiki Bar glows bright at 3 a.m., a 15-foot inferno condensed into an oval of incandescent coal. A pair of gold, flower-embroidered Gucci sandals glints in the surrounding field of drained champagne bottles, their stylish mistress under the sheets somewhere. Scanning the sand, bright under an almost full moon, I spot my clutch and wander up the shore to my beach house.
Fourth-of-July-level fireworks, spit-roasted pig, mountains of lobster. Gleeful tribes of sun-kissed children sprinting along the torch-lit paths, fueled by unfettered access to an overflowing sweets table. Dancing under the stars, a fire hose of champagne; men in white linen fetching flutes for ladies shimmying by the DJ. Grandma Nelly, island grand-matriarch in her sea blue Indian tunic, outlasting them all, save a spirited faction of booty-shaking young women.
Kamalame Cay’s Luxurious Offerings
I discovered a bungalow on Kamalame, a 97-acre private island a mile off the world’s second longest barrier reef, in 2004 and left hoping the owners would adopt me. I’ve been returning ever since. Luxe villas and cozy bungalows with names like Roseapple and Starfish are scattered throughout a jungle of coconut palms and hibiscus, edged in miles of deserted beach.
The cay’s residences and boutique hotel wing are linked to a spa, tennis courts, a beach bar, and a dining room by white sand paths bordered in conch and coral. Bougainvillea-draped beach houses wrapped in tropical gardens buzzing with hummingbirds are spread out for privacy. They’re pleasantly Wi-Fi free, unless you request a hotspot.
You could spend days here—even weeks—killing rosé in a seaside hammock, ordering crab claws with wasabi mayo from room service, reading books, topless and unplugged, never seeing a soul. Stress-detoxing isolationists will also be soothed by the island’s private shoreline and secluded coves, strewn with driftwood and seashells, the occasional Scarlet Ibis, along its wild, uninhabited north coast. Alternatively, hail a boat out to the surrounding islets and sandbars for lobster picnics and snorkeling.
A Vibrant Social Scene at the Great House
For the more social holidaymaker, the Great House bustles during lunch and dinner: Ladies in Odabash tunics and Tory Burch sandals; bikinis and Cartier Love bracelets. Michael and David King-Hew, the island’s dashing second-generation proprietors, table-hopping between a Manhattan Prada exec and a French museum director who’s sharing lunch with an architect from Santa Barbara.
At the poolside Tiki Bar, in full swing at high season, Jennifer Hew—who founded the island in 1996 with her husband, Brian—lounges on an Indonesian settee, giggling with a Guyanese lady in Gucci sandals who arranges international polo matches. On the beach out front, the Hunt clan, of the Dallas oil family who founded Rosewood Hotel Group, trailed by their trio of gamboling dogs.
Celebrity Sightings and Island Charm
Forty minutes by speedboat, KC, as it’s known to habitués, is the de facto island outpost of The Albany, where homeowners run Justin Timberlake to Tiger Woods. Nassau’s ritzy, members-only club ferries guests over for snapper burgers and cases of Whispering Angel on an untrammeled shore where everyone’s too soigné to fuss over fame. Someone mentions that Kate Upton may be coming over for lunch while Albany founder Joe Lewis, Britain’s fifth wealthiest man, is mooring his 250-foot yacht Aviva off the reef, lined in Picassos and Cezannes.
“I’ll have the grilled asparagus,” says Vanessa to my left, who works for Sotheby’s, “…and a Spicy Margarita, please—extra skinny,” handing the menus to Samson, Kamalame’s longtime, much-loved barman. My companion drops his sunglasses in the sand, and a passing David Gandy, supermodel face of D&G, leans down and hands them back. A perennial of GQ’s Best Dressed List, Mr. Gandy looks equally dandy in a tiny, black Speedo. Across the table, the splendidly handsome David King-Hew, barefoot in Tom Ford shades and a “Kamalame or Nowhere” t-shirt, flags down more rosé.
With a yen for decor, parties, food, cocktails, dogs, music, card games, laughter, and landscape design, it’s fortunate the Hews ventured into hospitality. Two generations of West Indies charmers of Euro and Chinese descent, whose ancestors settled in Jamaica in the 1600s, they understand gracious island living. They’re welcoming homeowners and hotel guests alongside an endless flow of friends and extended family dropping in from nearby Miami, Jamaica, New York, Toronto, Nassau, and further afield. Everyone is well-fed and watered, blending into the island-wide social scene.
Getting There
Kamalame Cay is a 15-minute hopper from Nassau. Guests can arrive directly on the island via seaplane or helicopter. Alternatively, there are daily directs on Le Air, as well as charters into Andros Town Fresh Creek International Airport—a 20-minute taxi and five-minute private ferry from the Cay.
In conclusion, Kamalame Cay offers a unique blend of luxurious beachfront living and vibrant social activities, set against the stunning backdrop of the Bahamas. Experience the charm and exclusivity of this private island, where every guest can find their own slice of paradise.
