A secret island between Phuket and Krabi, offering whispered luxury and sensory experiences.

Your Escape Begins Before Arrival

Between two of Thailand’s busiest shores, there’s a corner the world seems to have forgotten, blessedly. Koh Yao Yai is not for anyone who’s in a hurry. It’s for anyone who longs for quiet, beauty, and the soft hum of nature over the din of expectation. At Koh Yao Yai Village Resort, everything is intentional. Not to impress, but to invite you to slow. To connect with nature, with touch, with time.

This isn’t a destination, it’s a slow immersion.

A Boat, a Breeze, and the Beginning

You don’t arrive in Koh Yao Yai; you float there. In a long-tail boat across Phang Nga Bay in Thailand, the insanity of the mainland fades behind. Spray on your face, hair in your wind, the soft pulse of the engine, it’s all like being in a movie, into an overgrown world at dawn. When the island shape appears veiled in morning mist, there is a stillness. You catch yourself that you left something behind. Something better is ahead.

The Scent of Earth, the Sound of Solitude

Where nature doesn’t compete with you, it envelops you.

Villas That Breathe With the Jungle

Rather than trying to tame the wild, the villas blend into it. Weathered woods, hand-woven textiles, and high ceilings enable the wind to sweep through, and the outdoor showers become your morning routine and ecstasy. At dawn in golden light or under a starry vault, with the birds singing or the wave pounding, there is something wonderfully liberating in bathing under an open sky.

Coconut palms from your own balcony appear to swing like sleepwalking dancers. The sea sparkles some distance away. No boisterous luxury here, only subtle indulgence, the kind that lets a person catch its breath.

Panoramic Views of Phang Nga Bay

Suspended between sea and sky, it reflects not only light: it reflects calm. And at sunset, it ignites the sky. Sunset, a fiery blend of orange, rose, and purple, colors the calm waters of Phang Nga Bay. Limestone silhouettes and fishing boats silently navigate the scene. The pool becomes a front-row seat to the island’s daily masterpiece. And in that silence, something in you softens.

The Pool: A Pathway to Serenity

A serene 700-square-meter infinity pool perfectly complemented the green environment of the Koh Yao Yai Village resort. The location of the pool gives a broad perspective of the Andaman Sea, and the serene background adds to the experience further.

Touch, Stillness, and the Ritual of Care

The most powerful healing sometimes comes from saying nothing at all.

Traditional Thai Massages and Healing Practices

Inside the open-air spa pavilion, the noise of the world doesn’t reach. Every touch is intentional. The massage is more than technique, its memory being erased, gently. Your breath slows. Your thoughts follow.

At the end, she braids your hair. No words, just fingers moving with reverence. You feel like a child again—safe, soft, soothed. A lovely closing gesture.

Culinary Delights: Exploring Thai Flavors

Not just food—something deeper. Something grown, shared, and remembered.

Dining that Tells a Story

Here, every dish is thoughtful. Village-grown produce, fresh fish grilled with local lime, and fresh fruit. It tastes honest. Earthy. Like something made with care, not performance.

Hands That Pass Down Tradition

Beyond the restaurant, you can walk into the heart of the village. Join in cooking with women who learned from their mothers, try your hand at basket weaving, or embark on an island excursion with snorkeling. It’s not curated—it’s offered. And it stays with you long after you leave.

The Sea Beneath, The Silence Above

Adventure doesn’t need adrenaline. It just needs wonder.

The Ocean, Quiet and Alive

From a small long-tail boat, you slip into turquoise water. Below: coral gardens, darting neon fish, and silence that feels sacred. Snorkeling here doesn’t feel like an activity. It feels like entering someone else’s world—and being allowed to stay, just for a moment.

The Whisper Is... In The Jungle

You don’t find it in the brochure. You feel it, late at night, when the island finally speaks.

It happens right after dark. In the middle. The wind whispers through the trees, the stars yawn wide. You’re in bed, wrapped in linen, and you feel it, not a sound, but a presence. The island is whispering something only to you.

A message wrapped in salt, moonlight, and trees.
A reminder that luxury is not always loud. That beauty is not always fast. That presence is the most decadent of all.

Let the island whisper. Let the senses listen.
Koh Yao Yai Village Resort is not somewhere you go. It’s a feeling that lingers long after you’re gone.