Best All-Inclusive Resorts In Turks & Caicos 2025
Our top recommendation is Beaches Turks & Caicos, thanks to its wide range of activities for all ages. Luxury travelers will appreciate the high-end amenities at Ambergris Cay, couples can take in the sweeping ocean views at Sailrock Resort and families will enjoy the child-friendly amenities at Blue Haven Resort. Below, the best all-inclusive resorts in Turks & Caicos for 2025.
Aerial view of Beaches Turks & Caicos
Beaches Turks & Caicos offers plenty of perks for travelers of all ages, making it a great overall recommendation. Windsurfing, kayaking, scuba diving and more keep guests busy, but the crown jewel of the property—the 45,000 square-foot Pirates Island Waterpark—absolutely steals the show for many, featuring adrenaline-pumping slides, a splash deck and a winding lazy river for all-day thrills. Accommodations at the resort are divided into five 'villages' inspired by the Key West, France, Italy and the Caribbean; suites impress guests with refined, mahogany details, four-poster beds and patios that deliver sweeping views of the surrounding sea. All-inclusive rates extend to gourmet dining at the resort's 20 restaurants, ranging from Italian gastronomy at Mario's to freshly caught seafood at Schooners.
Beach at Ambergris Cay.
For an all-inclusive resort that doesn't skimp on luxury, Ambergris Caye offers stylish accommodations in a serene location. The journey to this exclusive, 1,100-acre island resort begins with a stylish private jet charter; once guests land, they can choose from oceanfront bungalows with heated pools to multi-level villas (including a massive estate that sleeps up to 20 guests). The all-inclusive rate includes all meals and premium liquors, as well as activities like beachside bonfires and picnics, yoga and fitness classes as well as a variety of non-motorized water activities. Those who love being immersed in local flora and fauna can try their hand at fishing, hiking or bird and whale watching; the sunset at Whale Watcher's Point is a not-to-be-missed highlight that's sure to dazzle onlookers.
Suite at Pine Cay Resort.
Seclusion is a priority at Pine Cay, a luxe private island resort located just on the edge of the world's third-largest barrier reef. Residents at the property's 12 beachfront rooms and suites are privy to two miles of private beach, ensuring ample peace and quiet under the sun. Elsewhere, personalized pampering sessions (think massages, body scrubs and more) can be had at the resort's Sand Dollar Spa, comprised of just two oceanfront treatment rooms. The property's 'Island Inclusive' rate covers a rotating menu of gourmet meals curated by chef Philipe Aubron; afternoon tea, fitness classes and other activities. For a full day of tropical festivities, join one of Pine Cay's complimentary snorkeling trips aboard a private catamaran, before winding down for the evening at a bonfire-lit barbecue after dark.
Blue Haven Resort exterior.
Kids under 12 stay, play and eat for free at Blue Haven Resort, making it a great value pick for families. The all-inclusive rate includes all drinks and dining at six international restaurants, plus full access to facilities at Alexandra Resort, its sister hotel. At Blue Haven, children can enjoy pickleball, snorkeling and jumping on water trampolines, while families can also kayak to explore neighboring Iguana Island. When parents want to sneak off for cocktails at the swim-up pool bar, the Fun Pals kids' program is also on-site to keep the little ones occupied with a rotating schedule of fun-filled games and arts and crafts. The breezy three-bedroom oceanfront suites, which come equipped with flat-screen TVs, fully stocked kitchens and washer and dryer units, are ideal for larger broods.
Exterior of Sailrock Resort.
Uniquely situated between the Atlantic Ocean and Caicos Bank, this intimate resort on the quieter island of South Caicos offers sweeping, turquoise ocean views around every corner. With meticulous but unobtrusive service and a deep connection to the community that surrounds it, the resort is an ideal romantic escape for couples, who can enjoy activities like boating excursions, guided ATV tours or mixology classes. When sunset rolls around, a private, romantic dinner on the beach is called for—just ask the concierge. All meals and select wines and liquors are included in the property's 'All Inclusive and All Luxury' Package, and the resort's honeymoon and proposal packages offer additional perks like complimentary welcome drinks and couples' massages.
Aerial view of COMO Parrot Cay.
COMO Parrot Cay is a favorite among A-listers—and it's easy to see why. Featuring lush residences and villas with private pools, accommodations are sleek, modern and stylishly minimalist, centering guests right in the middle of tropical seclusion. Wellness lovers will appreciate the rotating roster of visiting fitness experts, who offer private classes and dole out rejuvenating treatments; meanwhile, Asian-inspired holistic therapies soothe guests daily at the spa. Between the light-filled yoga pavilion, bike rentals, Pilates and workout classes, there's plenty offered to keep guests connected with their body and mind all throughout the premises, plus opportunities for extravagant at-sea expeditions via mangrove kayaking and private boat charters. Reserve the 'Island Inclusive Getaway Package' for full-board meals covered at the resort's two restaurants, Lotus and Terrace.
The Forbes Vetted travel team has visited, researched and reported on countless hotels across the globe.
Our team conducted extensive research before selecting our top contenders based on personal stays, reviews and hotel awards.
I am a New Jersey-based editorial assistant working across the beauty, fashion, travel and home & kitchen categories here at Forbes Vetted. As a Caribbean descendant, I've traveled all over the islands since I was young. I graduated with bachelor's degrees in English and Psychology from Amherst College and attended the Columbia Publishing Course. In addition to Forbes Vetted, my work can also be found in Make Muse and The Common.
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