An excerpt from my creative writing…
The clouds kiss the jungle here. The air is fresh with hydrangeas, clove and coffee trees, and the horizon is transformed into a floating dreamscape. “Munduk” means “high lands,” and this place is truly aloft; not just in elevation but in spirit. Although we arrived under the cloak of night, morning peeled back the veil and we realised how different this was from the world we had just left behind. Jungle and sky, interlaced. Infinity pools that spill into the heavens. A jacuzzi that is so warm it might just hold the sun himself.
Breakfast here is divinity on a plate. Farm to plate, with nutritious gifts that hum with the song of the soil, coffee grown right on these grounds- rich, earthy, soul-awakening. Everything here sings: the birds, the wind, the distant waterfalls, the quiet presence of something ancient, something wise.
The staff here are not just hosts, but guardians of the lands. Our villa, perched above the clouds, feels like a secret whispered by the universe.