There’s an uncanny thrill in floating at the heart of the Indian Ocean - just a few meters above sea level, four hundred nautical miles from the nearest mainland of Sri Lanka or India. Scattered across the equator, twenty-six atolls unfold like a string of pearls, each one hosting clusters of high-end thatched bures with a distinct Robinson Crusoe charm - the very essence of barefoot luxury.

Here, time takes a deep breath. Days are unhurried, shaped by swims in turquoise waters, lazy beach walks, and the discovery of pastel-tinted shells that feel too delicate to be real. Lunch is whatever the ocean offers that day - fresh, simple, and unforgettable. Mornings dissolve into afternoons and then into amber sunsets, as if the sun itself has no hurry to leave.