What’s the opposite of feeling homesick? Itchy feet? Travel yen? Adventure seeking? Eco Beach is one of the places that make me feel that way instantly.
After eight weeks of travelling in the Australian outback I didn’t feel homesick, but let’s say, my feet felt a little less itchy than before. Perhaps it was staying in one place for a little bit longer than just a few nights was what I missed. Maybe the idea of a private bathroom convinced Thorsten to find a hotel so he said he’d found something I’d like. “Like a hotel?” I asked and he just smiled.
The sun already hanging low he pulled over on the dusty road we had travelled on and turned into a narrow path. Was there signage? I’m sure there may have been, but I was tired and it was getting late.
Just after the sunset we arrived at a carpark. That it a carpark was only discernable to us because the road ended and cars were, well, parked. I searched for a torch and explored the area. No buildings, no light but the stars, no sounds of other humans.
I found what looked like a phone, but turned out to be a radio with instructions on how to use it. We radioed reception and asked for a pick-up. “How far is this hotel”, I wondered unpacking some of our luggage.
“We want to keep the resort car free”, explained our pick-up to the main house. We swished past stilted walkways. In the dark it was hard to make out any more details.
I don’t remember checking in, but I do recall the joys of the hot shower and the flickering light of candles and torches at dinner. Magical.
So now I think of travelling along dusty roads and arriving at this oasis and I have it instantly. The longing to go there, explore, relax and get away. I have an overwhelming need to check how much the flights to Broome are ($299 one way) and I imagine flashing my credit card, packing my bikini, a book, hop on the plane up the coast, drive an hour and a half from the airport south and arrive.
Eco Beach is an eco dream enclave sufficiently removed from civilisation to wind you down. It’s a perfect combination of being in tune with nature and enjoying luxury comfort. So if you like your villa, house or tent it’s all here. Food, views, beach - all of it falls into the category of “nothing less than amazing”.
In my dream I’d hop into my bikini and swish down to the beach. Under shades I’d be lazing in one of the hammocks and look out over the coast.
If you’re not familiar with glamping, let me explain. This style of accommodation, a creation of the words glamour and camping, combines the comforts of a hotel room with ensuit and the sensation of sleeping (almost) outdoors. Breezes gently move the tarps of your walls. Well, the tarps are your walls.
Then, there’s mud crabbing, fishing, bird watching, kanuing and – most importantly – snoozing at the pool, in a hammock, at the beach and pretty much anywhere else you can have a nap.
Have you glamped before or been to Eco Beach? What’s your experience?