Environmental surveyors declared that nothing would ever grow here. “It was a sandy, muddy place back then,” Anthony said, rubbing the back of his neck and surveying the dense plant life on the banks to the lagoon. “There was nothing here.” Undeterred, the new land owners embarked on a decade-long clean-up operation to make the land fit for habitation.
Through an extensive process of trial and error, hundreds of species of indigenous plants were reintroduced to the landscape. So far 7,000 trees have been planted and there are hundreds of saplings growing in the resort’s adorably-named pocket forest. Fish have been bred and released into the lagoon, too.
These days, the water is clean enough to swim in, although Anthony’s stories might make you think twice. Twelve years ago, he told me, he was part of a team who rescued and rehomed a 2.5m long crocodile – not a native, but an escaped pet. “He was happy in the lagoon,” Anthony reflected.
I spotted a small monitor lizard weaving elegantly across the water’s surface. The lizards can grow up to three metres in length, and the snakes even longer. “All our security guards are trained snake catchers,” said Anthony proudly, which caused a tourist standing close to us to grimace. “Don’t worry,” Anthony added quietly, “a snake wouldn’t be interested in you. You’d take far too long to digest.”