Why book?
For a toes-in-the-sand, away-from-it-all hideaway on (still) quiet Sumba, one of Indonesia’s last wild frontiers slowly turning heads in travel.
Set the scene
The Sanubari’s remoteness is part of its appeal. To get there, you’ll first need to fly to Bali, from where you hop on a 50-minute turboprop flight eastwards to Tambolaka, Western Sumba’s main gateway. From here, it’s another two-hour drive south, weaving through dusty one-strip towns and villages with thatched-roof huts, until you finally arrive at the gates of The Sanubari’s palm-studded reserve. What awaits there is well worth the effort: a 1.5-mile swoop of eye-blindingly white sand backdropped by rice paddies and rocky cliffs, with not a single other building in sight. In front, surfers bob in the turquoise waves – you’ll find them talking boards and barrels over frosty Bintang beers in the hotel’s toes-in-the-sand beach bar at sunset.