At AnMan Anman Beach Seaside Stay, live your days like a poem of the sea

In the evening, stepping on the fine sand approaching AnMan, the sea breeze blew away the fatigue from the suitcase. The small white-walled, blue-windowed building nestled among coconut trees looks like a corner cut out from a sea painting, even the wind chimes at the door hang shells, and when they sway, it sounds like the waves.

When checking in, I was handed an ice-cold coconut water, and the staff smiled, saying, "Your sea view room is on the third floor, just open the window to see the whole blue." Indeed, no lie—the floor-to-ceiling window in the room almost covers the entire wall. Lying on the soft bed, you can see fishing boats slowly sailing across the sea, clouds dyed orange by the sunset, and even your breathing slows down.

My favorite little detail in the room: a locally handmade shell lamp on the bedside, which looks like a handful of starlight at night; outside the frosted glass of the bathroom are shadows of coconut leaves, and you can hear the waves crashing while showering; even the shower gel has a niche scent with a hint of sea salt, making you feel wrapped in sea breeze after bathing.

The next morning, I was awakened by birdsong, and when I pulled back the curtains, I caught the sunrise—the orange-red sun rolling out from the horizon, dyeing the sea water into melting gold. I quickly grabbed a jacket and ran to the terrace, where the wooden railing still held the coolness of morning dew. In the distance, fishermen were casting nets, and I could clearly hear the sound of the ropes skimming the water.

Breakfast was eaten in the semi-open restaurant on the first floor. The freshly cooked seafood porridge contained sweet shrimp and scallops, and the toasted coconut bread was spread with homemade mango jam. The chef uncle said all the ingredients were collected early in the morning from the seaside fishing village, "so fresh you can taste the seawater."

In the afternoon, I swayed in a hammock in the courtyard, watching seabirds skim over the wave crests. The owner’s wife brought iced sour plum soup and said that in the evening, we could set up a barbecue grill on the beach, "We have squid and shrimp just caught by fishermen, grilling them is the freshest." Sure enough, when night fell, string lights lit up on the beach, seafood sizzled on the charcoal fire, and with cold beer watching the stars, even the sound of the waves seemed to hum a song.

I stayed for three days, and every day I was "healed by the sea." No need to rush the itinerary, just lie down watching the sea, listening to the waves, or picking shells barefoot on the beach. When leaving, the staff helped carry my luggage and said, "Next time, let us know in advance, and we’ll reserve that third-floor room with the sunrise view for you." Suddenly, I felt this place was not like a hotel but more like a seaside home.

If you also want to find a place to slowly daydream and listen to the sea speak, come to AnMan. The days here really turn into poems of the sea.

Post by PAYTON FISHER | Aug 16, 2025