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Putting
on The Ritz
The Ritz-Carlton at Rose Hall
by Bruce Levinson
"This is a golf ball."
That’s
how it began, an elementary yet necessary introduction to the
game. Imparted a mere four years ago by The Ritz-Carlton Golf
and Spa Resort to prospective caddies, groundskeepers and clubhouse
staffers deep in the elusive golf-wilderness of Jamaica, the
resort at Rose Hall has now ascended to the very pinnacle of
golfing destinations. And those novices, natives all, who once
associated hooks and slices with fishing, now provide world
class service befitting the Ritz-Carlton’s breathtaking
White Witch course.
Built into the hills overlooking the Caribbean, the awesome
beauty of the course is overwhelming—creating a golfing
experience in which the lasting impression is of sun-splashed
fairways and breeze-swept greens, not the scorecard. Regardless
of skill, the aura of White Witch makes it ideal not only for
serious golfers, but beginners and casual players as well. The
course, the setting, and the extraordinarily attentive caddies,
called "Golf Concierge" underscore what this sport
is all about.
It is easy to understand why guests at the Ritz-Carlton Golf
and Spa Resort want to play The White Witch exclusively, ignoring
all other activities. But who can forget that Rose Hall (15
minutes from Donald Sangster International Airport in Montego
Bay) is on the lush island of Jamaica. Blessed with idyllic
beaches and near-perfect weather year-round, Jamaica’s
allure is only illuminated by the Ritz-Carlton. Offering water
sports, tennis and scuba diving, the resort is an Eden unto
itself, making it almost a shame to focus solely on swings.
Local
tastes and international cuisine are available in either formal
or casual settings. To those unwilling to miss a single ray
of sunshine, there are four outdoor restaurants including the
top-of-the-world eatery located on the veranda of The White
Witch clubhouse. Of particular note is Mangos, nestled between
the Caribbean and the pool, which serves up bountiful buffets
of aromatic delicacies for breakfast, lunch and dinner. Then
there is The Jerk Center, an authentic and laid-back purveyor
of jerked chicken, pork and fish. The spicy sauce comes in various
degrees of hot, and should be chased down with a guava daiquiri
or enigmatic named blended concoctions such as a No Problem
Mon, Hummingbird, or Bonzai. All the while, reggae music wafts
through the air—seemingly easing digestion and relaxation.
It is said that 10,000 native Jamaicans applied for 850 jobs
when the hotel opened. Only the best and most gracious were
chosen, resulting in a service staff that is genuinely friendly,
never obsequious or intrusive. Attentiveness and pampering is
the order of the day. Waiters, bellhops, concierges, cleaning
staff, and business center representatives all exhibit obvious
pleasure from being able to help the resort guests.
To jaded foreign visitors, Americans especially, this is a
revelation.
Rooms are spacious and supplied with every amenity,
and most offer views of the ocean. For the more grandiose, the
Ritz-Carlton’s Club Level is located on the exclusive
top floor and accessed only by an elevator keycard. Club Level
guests enjoy their own concierge
and a complimentary array of food and beverages day
and night in the lounge, but it should be said that no guest—of
whatever level—will feel neglected.
It is easy to wax rhapsodic about The White Witch. Just as every
professional musician longs to play Carnegie Hall, anyone who
calls himself a golfer should aspire to play the masterpiece
at Rose Hall. Winding through the mountains and carved out of
600 acres of lush greenery, the Robert von Hagge and Rick Baril
design features dramatic ocean views on most holes.
That said, it must be added that the Ritz-Carlton is primarily
a family destination.For example, the charms of the spa makes
relaxation almost an intense experience—if you have an
ache or issue, it will be cured. Then there is the kids’
program (up to age 12), a huge swimming pool, hair-braiding,
volleyball, exercise programs, and an armada of floats bearing
vacationers, lolling atop the beach-lapping waves. Different
local artisans set up near the water every day and sell wood
carvings, baskets, jewelry of shells and beads, and brightly
colored clothing. Spirited bartering is expected, if not required.
Hundreds more craftspeople work out of stalls at markets in
Montego Bay and deserve a visit, along with the Rockland Feeding
Station, a tropical Shangra-La where hummingbirds land on your
finger to feed on sugar-water. Further echoing the infectious
hospitality here, should you purchase a four-foot tall giraffe
carved from cedar, the Resort will arrange to ship it home for
you.
The question is no longer what a golf ball is, but how far the
Ritz-Carlton and its excellent staff can go. The White Witch
is a gem, but golfing is only the beginning. Touch down in Mobay
and they will take over—swinging, soothing, shopping,
spoiling—at one resort that visitors will seek any excuse
to revisit.
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