Overwater villas
Twelve pavilions. No shared walls.
Each one stands on stilts over the lagoon, with a ladder straight into the house reef and a deck that faces the last light. The water is the hallway.
Overwater villas
Each one stands on stilts over the lagoon, with a ladder straight into the house reef and a deck that faces the last light. The water is the hallway.
The house reef · 18 m
A sand shelf, then staghorn and a bommie field the groupers treat as home. Morning swims leave from your own steps. The reef is why the villas are here.
Dive programs · 40 m
Drifts along the channel mouth, night dives when the water makes its own light, and skiffs for two. We plan around the tide, not a departure board.
Certification · 90 m
First breaths through rescue, in groups of four or fewer. The sheltered side of the wreck is the classroom. Time in the water, and nothing borrowed.
The spa · 180 m
A salt room, a long soak cut into reef rock, and oils that never came from the reef. Book the hour the water turns blue-black.
Dining · 300 m
A single sitting after dusk. The kitchen cooks what the boats land and what the island grows. When the plates leave, the channel answers with its own light.
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Sample testimonials
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“We came for three nights and stayed for the second descent.”
“The wreck was a silhouette, then a doorway.”
“Breakfast arrived as the lagoon turned copper.”
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