The tide was out, so we waded through shallow water along a narrow path through the seaweed and coral up to the mudflat along the shore. Everybody from the resort came down to help us carry our bags.
Our first glimpse of the bures we'd be staying in - thatched roofs, thatched sides, wide porches and big windows. Very picturesque.
That's the main bure, where meals are served (and parties are held!)
Reading the 'user manual' for the resort - don't walk under coconut trees, electricity is available from 9am to 5pm (the resort is solar-powered), kerosene lanterns will be provided after dark ...
Every houseplant my mother nursed through the New England winters grows wild here.
Statues carved from coconut palm trunks stood at each bure.
Finally, a picture of me!
Inside our bure. Plenty of room, just enough ocean breeze to temper the
heat, and these were some of the cushiest beds I've ever tried. The
owners did a great job of balancing 'eco' with 'resort' - no
air-conditioning or fancy shampoos, but plenty of hot water, excellent
food, and perfect beds. My daughter said it was like camping ... except
comfortable. I couldn't manage to properly expose both the window and the interior, so the shot above is the view from my feet
... and here's another shot of what I saw through the window.