
IArrival
The road ends at the water.
A driver meets you in Chiang Mai. Ninety minutes later the forest opens and a boat is waiting. Your luggage has gone ahead.

Chiang Dao, northern Thailand
A private retreat at the foot of Doi Luang. Twelve guests at most, and thirty people who know exactly when to disappear.
The retreat
Nokham was built slowly, by hand, around a spring-fed lake that one family has kept for four generations. There is no lobby and no schedule. There is water, teak, firelight, and your own time, returned to you.


IArrival
A driver meets you in Chiang Mai. Ninety minutes later the forest opens and a boat is waiting. Your luggage has gone ahead.

IISuite
Each pavilion stands alone: stone underfoot, a bed that faces the weather, a pool of its own. Nobody can see in. You can see for miles.

IIIWater
Spring-fed, and twenty-four degrees at dawn. Swim from your deck, take the teak boat out, or simply watch the mist lift.

IVTable
Chef Anong cooks what the garden and the valley gave that morning. Dinner is at seven, by candlelight, and lasts as long as the conversation.

VNight
No road, no neighbours, no light but yours. The pool glows, the frogs begin, and the sky fills in.
The suites
Every rate is for the pavilion and includes all meals and drinks, the car from Chiang Mai, the boat, and a daily ritual. Drag, swipe or use the arrows.

Among the old teak
Carved teak, low light and a garden door that opens onto ferns. The most private of the six.
24,000 bahta night, 2 pavilions

At the water’s edge
Glass on two sides and the lake on both. Step from the bed to the deck, and from the deck into the water.
32,000 bahta night, 2 pavilions

Above the lake, facing the mountain
A twelve-metre pool that ends in the sky, a stone floor cool underfoot, and Doi Luang filling the glass.
42,000 bahta night, one only

The family house, entire
Two bedrooms under one great thatched roof, a kitchen with its own chef, a boat and a boatman. Yours alone.
78,000 bahta night, one only
I of IV: Forest Pavilion
The days

Ritual
Each afternoon a bath is prepared in your pavilion with lemongrass, kaffir lime and flowers cut that morning. A therapist comes to you; there is no spa to walk to.

Kitchen
On your deck, on the boat, or at the long table under the rain tree. The kitchen has no closing time and no printed menu: tell us what you are in the mood for.

Rest
Beds are made with hand-loomed cotton from Mae Chaem and netted at dusk. There is no television in any pavilion. There is a very good library.
Arriving
The house

Suites are held in the order requests arrive. Tell us your dates, or simply write: one of three hosts answers, by name, between seven in the morning and nine at night.