I didn’t come looking for this land. It found me.
Years ago, I was driving through North Bali—nowhere special, just the long road that curves along the coast. I took a wrong turn. Or maybe a right one. The road climbed higher, the crowd disappeared, and suddenly I was standing on a patch of grass overlooking nothing but sea and sky.
A temple sat quietly down the road. Forest mountains rose on my left. The only sound was wind moving through leaves.
I didn’t know it yet, but I had just arrived home.
The Land
- They say this area has been considered sacred for centuries. The largest Buddhist temple in North Bali, 200 meters from where Soul Lodge now stands, has drawn pilgrims for over a thousand years. Monks once walked these paths. Offerings were placed under these very trees.
- When I bought the land, villagers came to thank me.
- I told them I was only the caretaker.
The Building
- I am not an architect. I am not a designer. I am simply someone who believes that buildings should breathe.
- So we built slowly. No heavy machinery tearing through the earth. No rushing. Local stonemasons carved the walls by hand. Woodworkers spent months on the doors—each panel a prayer, each curve a conversation between the carver and the grain.
- The concrete is raw. The colours are soft: white and cream and the grey of river stones. We wanted the island to remain the main character. The building is just its humble companion.
The Keepers Today
- A place this quiet does not run itself. It is held, daily, by hands that have known this land far longer than I have.
This is not a hotel – It is a dwelling
A piece of land that has been quiet for a thousand years and will be quiet again long after we are gone. For now, we are simply its guests—and we are honoured to share it with you.
