

The Beach House
Steps from your door to a private cove — wake to the lagoon and swim before anyone else is up.
A sandbar rises from the water at low tide and disappears by evening. Nothing here is arranged to entertain you — the tide keeps the only schedule, and the days are yours to lose.


You arrive by water, and the world goes quiet.— On the first crossing
Just two kinds of room, each entirely your own — no lobby, no corridor, no front desk, no key card.


Steps from your door to a private cove — wake to the lagoon and swim before anyone else is up.


Tucked in the palms, open and airy, with the water visible through the fronds. Fall asleep to the breeze, wake to birdsong.
Garden- or sea-facing, assigned on arrival.

French and Mediterranean cooking, built each day around the catch off the boat and whatever the garden gives that morning.










Frames from the lagoon — the owner shoots here every day; these are a few of them.








Tell us your dates and who’s travelling — we’ll show you what’s open, and write back to you personally.
Every request is answered personally by Natasha —
no payment is taken until we’ve written back.
A glance at the months ahead — pick your dates from what’s open.
Tap a start and end date — or drag across the nights you’d like — and we’ll search them for you.

Arrive at D.C. Saudale (RTI), routing via Kupang in West Timor.
A member of the house greets you on arrival — no logistics to untangle.
A short crossing to the lagoon, and the island is yours.