Twelve tents. One tide.
Canvas · salt · noon — nothing else
An island camp, reached by boat
Low 06:41
High 12:58
Water 27°
9°08′ S · 118°16′ E
Canvas · salt · noon — nothing else
No road reaches the camp. The boat comes twice a day, and the sea decides when.
Six metres from the high-water mark. The tide is your clock; you will hear it change.
From 290 / nightSet back under the palms. Shade all afternoon, lanterns after dark, the sea through leaves.
From 340 / nightAlone on the headland. Sunrise on one side, sunset on the other, nobody in between.
From 480 / night
Forty minutes
across open water.
Phones lose signal halfway.
One long table in the sand, set for twenty-four. The boats bring vegetables; the reef brings the rest. Lunch is whatever the morning line landed, and dinner ends when the lanterns do.