Aside from the impossible to miss mirrored ceilings in every room, it almost feels more like a seaside resort from days of yore, than a site of imminent bacchanalia. Unlike the mega-resorts that surround it, Hedonism is intimate and modest. Clothing is required in the main dining areas (planning to eat my bodyweight in jerk chicken while in Jamaica, I quadruple fact checked this before I got on the plane). However, if you’re worried you’ll see errant appendages pressed against the sneeze-guard at the morning omelette station, fear not. Nestled at the edge of Negril’s 7 Mile Beach, the 280 room all-inclusive resort features two main zones: a “prude side” where clothing is optional and a “nude side,” where public nudity isn’t just a given, it’s mandatory. Over the next four days, I’d learn this was par for the course at Hedonism II - the iconic clothing-optional, “adult playground” where nudity and sex are as free flowing as the rum punch. This advertisement has not loaded yet, but your article continues below.
