
The dugong of Kabola
Slip in quietly at first light and wait. When he comes, he comes close — a two-tonne animal with the calm of an old monk, grazing the seagrass an arm's length away.

Alor — 8 days
Alor is where Indonesia stops performing. Villages still weave on backstrap looms, the straits run cold and fast enough to keep the reefs pristine, and in the bay at Kabola a resident dugong has been greeting swimmers for decades. We sail it slowly, in the season when the water clears.
Moments

Slip in quietly at first light and wait. When he comes, he comes close — a two-tonne animal with the calm of an old monk, grazing the seagrass an arm's length away.

In Takpala and the villages above the bay, ikat is still dyed with indigo and morinda root and tied thread by thread. You sit on the floor, you watch, you are handed the shuttle.

The Pantar Strait pulls cold, nutrient-rich water up from the deep. Soft coral walls, schooling fish thick enough to dim the light, and nobody else on the site.

Aboard
8 cabins for up to 16 guests, a dive deck, and evenings that start at the bow. See the cabins →
Inclusions