Amankila

Once you’ve toured the usual sights, ask about the Beach Club’s dawn tidying ritual—each day, over 20 staff quietly comb the private black-sand shore at sunrise, removing debris from distant tankers. It’s a poetic act of dedication few guests ever witness.

Arrival at Amankila feels cinematic. After a winding drive through East Bali’s emerald hills, the resort reveals itself atop a cliff—tiered like a Balinese palace, with the sea glittering far below. Staff greet you with quiet grace, ushering you into suites that feel more like sanctuaries: alang-alang thatched rooftops, carved teak details, and views that stretch endlessly across the Lombok Strait.

Days unfold gently. Sunrise yoga on the pavilion sets the tone—slow, intentional, serene. Mornings are best spent drifting between the three-tiered infinity pools, each descending closer to the sea. When the sun climbs high, retreat to the Beach Club, hidden down a winding stone path, where black volcanic sands and a 41-meter pool await in blissful seclusion.

Adventure is never far. We sailed at golden hour on a traditional outrigger, visited nearby temples with Amankila’s private guide, and lunched cliffside on freshly grilled fish with sambal matah. Service is anticipatory yet invisible—your preferences remembered, your pace respected.

Leaving Amankila feels like waking from a beautiful dream. You arrive curious, seeking stillness—and depart quietly transformed. It’s not just a stay, it’s an experience in presence, privacy, and the soft power of place.