At AnMan Beach Seaside Stay, live your days to the rhythm of the waves

As soon as the car turned onto the coastal path, the salty sea breeze drifted in. The moment I stopped at the entrance of AnMan, the front desk girl in a white shirt smiled and handed me an ice-cold coconut juice, with droplets sliding down the glass between her fingers—this was probably the most comfortable opening to a summer day.

I booked the "Listening to the Waves" room type, and was first amazed by the balcony when I opened the door. The rattan lounge chair faced a crescent-shaped beach, with waves rolling in white foam and gently retreating, as if repeatedly saying "Welcome." The room details were very touching: the off-white bedding was as soft as clouds, a small window sill was embedded by the bedside with two fresh frangipani flowers; the bathroom was separated into wet and dry areas, the heated smart toilet seat was a lifesaver in the early morning, the shower gel had a light gardenia scent, leaving me refreshed after showering. The best part was the bed’s orientation—at night, drawing back the sheer curtains, moonlight spread a silver ribbon over the sea, and falling asleep to the sound of waves made even dreams soft.

During the day, I mostly stayed in the hotel’s public areas. There was a hammock on the first-floor terrace, where I swayed and read half a magazine. Nearby on a wooden long table, an auntie brought freshly made coconut jelly, scooping a spoonful with bits of coconut meat, sweet and very refreshing. In the afternoon, I tried walking on the beach; the sand was as fine as flour. After a few steps, I saw the umbrellas and beach chairs set up by the hotel. Lying down and zoning out for a while, watching kids chase hermit crabs, time felt as slow as stretched-out cotton candy.

Unexpectedly, the evening was even livelier. Around six o’clock, I had seafood hotpot on the terrace. The hotel picked fresh shrimp and crab from a nearby fishing port. As the pot bubbled with steam, the clouds on the horizon turned orange. Later, someone suggested playing frisbee, and the guests gathered to run around crazily. The owner smiled and brought out chilled beer, saying, “Winning or losing doesn’t matter, having fun is the most important.” Close to ten o’clock, someone lit small fireworks that exploded into twinkling stars in the night sky, and even the sound of the waves seemed to soften.

Before leaving, I noticed the front desk remembered guests’ little habits: I’m afraid of the sun, so every day when I went out, I got a sun hat; the lady next door liked drinking hot water, so her room always had a thermos cup filled. This kind of unintentional care felt more comfortable than fancy decor.

Actually, isn’t the point of staying in a hotel during travel to feel “at ease”? During three days at AnMan Beach Seaside Stay, I didn’t rush to any attractions, but lived my days to the rhythm of the waves—slowly rising, gently falling, every second soaked in relaxed sweetness. Next time I come, I want to try the "Sunrise Viewing" room type—I heard you can wait for the first ray of sunlight to climb over the sea right from your bed.

Post by Echo~Price | Aug 17, 2025