“At the end of the haunted bridge, a handmade sign saying Salang Hut announced my final destination. The place boasted a row of six wooden bungalows decorated in a somewhat unplanned manner. A collage of shells and corals hung from their roofs. Each hut had a little porch and stairs of doubtful stability. A guest could observe the vastness of the sea and the rocky shore adorned with palm trees from the Sunset Couch, a wooden log painted in orange. Just by the bridge, stood a lonely wooden pole with a sign Reception nailed to it. The scruffy bare-chested receptionist was chilling in a hammock. He lowered his sunglasses and gave me a frantic grin. “Hello, my friend. May I help you?””