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My Experience in HDh. Kulhudhuffushi






My recent trip to HDh. Kulhudhuffushi for a training and group coaching turned out to be much more than a professional assignment—it became a journey of learning, connection, and cultural discovery. Having lived all my life in the capital city, Malé, I have always been familiar with its fast pace, modern lifestyle, and limited sense of community due to the city’s busy rhythm. Although I used to travel to islands as a child, years passed without such experiences. Now, traveling as a professional—conducting training and coaching sessions—has given a completely new meaning to island visits.

Kulhudhuffushi, often called the “heart of the north,” is one of the largest and most vibrant islands in the northern Maldives. It serves as the main hub of Haa Dhaalu Atoll, connecting the surrounding islands through its port and domestic airport. The island is well-developed, with schools, healthcare facilities, shops, and cafés, yet it still carries the charm of island life—peaceful, community-driven, and deeply rooted in tradition. Its people are known across the Maldives for their hospitality, strength, and humility. Despite any challenges they may face, they greet outsiders with warmth and respect, always willing to help and make visitors feel at home.

I visited Kulhudhuffushi to conduct a training program for the entire council staff. As a transformative trainer and coach, my approach is grounded in honesty and self-awareness. I believe in openly addressing what works well in an organization and what requires change. At times, this can create discomfort, but in my experience, honesty opens doors for reflection and growth. The people of Kulhudhuffushi showed remarkable openness. They listened, shared, and engaged in conversations about improvement with genuine curiosity. Resistance, as I often remind my participants, is not a barrier—it’s a sign that transformation is beginning.

Beyond the training, I immersed myself in the island’s rich culture and environment. Kulhudhuffushi is home to a beautiful Kulhi (mangrove)—a peaceful sanctuary that reflects the island’s natural richness. The area is home to migratory birds and a variety of marine life, making it both ecologically important and visually breathtaking. Nearby, the local museum displays traditional tools, kitchenware, and artifacts, offering a glimpse into the island’s proud past and everyday life before modern conveniences arrived.

One of the most memorable encounters during my stay was meeting a member of the last ironsmith family on the island. In the past, blacksmithing was an essential trade in Kulhudhuffushi, with craftsmen forging knives, tools, and utensils for everyday use. The rhythmic sound of metalwork once echoed across the island—a sound of skill, strength, and survival. But today, that craft is slowly disappearing. The ironsmith shared with me that making a living has become increasingly difficult. “People no longer appreciate handmade work,” he said with quiet honesty. “Modern tools are cheaper, and many don’t see the value in what we make.” His words reflected not only an economic challenge but also a deeper emotional reality—the struggle of preserving tradition in a modern world that often overlooks it. Yet, despite the hardship, his pride in his craft was unshaken. He continues the work with dedication, not for profit, but to keep alive a skill that has shaped his family’s identity for generations.

During my stay, I also met a man who still lives in the old Maldivian style, preserving the simplicity of a bygone era. His home, lifestyle, and even the tools he uses reflect how Maldivians once lived—close to nature, content with less, and deeply connected to their surroundings. Speaking with him felt like stepping back in time. His humility and wisdom were reminders that progress does not have to mean losing touch with who we are. His way of life stands as a quiet but strong message about authenticity and gratitude—values that are easy to forget in today’s fast-changing world.

The island is also known for its delicious Haalu Folhi, a traditional sweet dish prepared with love and pride. Unfortunately, I did not get the chance to try their famous Masbodi, a breakfast delicacy, but it is on my list for the next visit.

Kulhudhuffushi is a place where tradition meets transformation. Its people carry both humility and pride—humility in how they serve and interact, and pride in their culture, customs, and community spirit. This journey reminded me that professional travel is not only about delivering knowledge—it is also about learning from the people and places we visit.

Kulhudhuffushi taught me that even in our professional paths, every journey holds an opportunity for personal growth, reflection, and connection.

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