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TOKORIKI ISLAND RESORT

Fiji

A love poem in the Pacific. Where the sea knows your name and the wind whispers, ‘stay’

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WILDLY PLACED: A secluded slip of soul in the Mamanuca Islands, only reachable by boat or heli. The kind of place that feels like a whispered secret between ocean and sky.

EDITORIAL VIBE: Honeymoon heroine meets ocean priestess; think damp curls, sheer linens, reef-salted skin, and candlelit kisses.

CORE PILLARS: Adults-only sanctity, barefoot intimacy, refined Fijian grace, luxury with breath and pause.

MUSE MOOD: Reads Warsan Shire on the deck, snorkels with reef spirits, sips mango champagne at noon, slips into moon-washed silk come nightfall.

BEST TIME TO GO: May to October - Fiji in her dry, honey-gold glory. Still, sultry, and soul-soothing.

THE LOOK: Handwoven thatch, horizon-edge plunge pools, open-air volcanic showers, star-lit walkways. Everything designed to disappear into the view.

WHO’S IT FOR: Lovers hiding from the world. Solo souls looking for ritual rest. Those who crave reverent luxury over performative opulence.

INDULGENCE SPECTRUM: From USD$1950/night. Worth every slow breath.

Tokoriki doesn’t arrive with fanfare, it arrives with feeling. A slow, sumptuous hum that wraps around your senses the moment your feet touch the sand. A grown-up kind of paradise, deeply romantic yet stripped of pretence. An adults-only sanctuary carved into coral coastline, humming with warmth and ancestral rhythm. It doesn’t shout its worth. It whispers it.

There’s no rush here. No itinerary-induced stress. Just the scent of frangipani on the wind, a welcome song that wraps around your heart, and water so still it mirrors the hush of your spirit. You don’t arrive - you return to some former self, softer and more whole. Your shoulders lower without instruction. Your breathing slows, syncing with the tide.

The bures are poetry sculpted into architecture: vaulted timber beams, beds wrapped in muslin and moonlight, outdoor showers carved from ancient volcanic rock. Every surface tells a story. Private plunge pools spill into the sea’s edge. Interiors speak in hushed tones of luxury, pared back, profoundly elegant, never loud. The décor doesn’t perform. It breathes. Shells line the window sills. Palm shadows dance on your sheets.

What Tokoriki offers is intimate resonance, not spectacle. The staff know your name before you’ve even spoken it. They learn the cadence of your laughter, remember the way you take your tea. They sing you into dinner and farewell you with a quiet kind of love. It’s not service. It’s soul work. You are not a guest here. You are kin, gently folded into a rhythm you didn’t know you needed.

The reef is a breathing body - pulsing, ancient, alive. Snorkel straight from the beach or dive into coral cathedrals with guides who speak the language of tides. They don’t just lead - they initiate. And every dip into the water feels less like tourism and more like baptism. Coral dances in neon, turtles glide beside you, and silence becomes sacred.

Your days? Mango daiquiris kissed by salt. Hot stone massages that recalibrate your nervous system. Barefoot walks along the tide line where time folds into itself. Slow, expansive mornings followed by golden-hour swims. And meals -intimate, fire-lit, fiercely local. Kokoda touched with lime. Reef fish still echoing the ocean. Garden greens harvested in the morning sun. Coconut in every form - milk, flesh, oil, smoke - anchoring each plate in place. Breakfasts melt into lunches, and no one asks the time.

The real unsung hero of Tokoriki, is the Sandy Ice-Cream - IYKYK.

By night, the island hushes. It’s just you, the rustle of palms, and the moon glinting on your plunge pool. Silence isn’t the absence of sound - it’s the presence of everything else. The stars overhead shimmer like secrets. Here, stillness doesn’t mean nothingness. It means arrival. It means listening. Remembering. Returning.

TOKORIKI’S BEATING HEART

It lives in the way your coffee is poured before you ask. The strum of a guitar at sunrise. The salty skin-to-skin kinship of staff who remember your name and soulprint. Here, hospitality isn’t performance - it’s presence. It’s ancestral.

The SLOJOURN spark

FIRST. Intimacy Redefined - Just 36 bures and villas. No noise. No children. Just elemental connection.

SECOND. Ancestral Hospitality - Fijian-led warmth. Stories sung, rituals shared, eye contact that holds you.

THIRD. Regenerative Elegance - Solar water systems, hyper-local sourcing, reef guardianship embedded into daily practice. Subtle. Intentional. Reverent.

Where you dwell

LOVED UP COUPLES or LONE RANGERS
Beachfront Bure

Each bure is a soft sculpture of Fijian design: high-vaulted ceilings that stretch like cathedral wings, hand-carved timber polished smooth by island air, open-air lounges where the breeze writes poetry across your skin. Muslin-draped beds float in the centre like cloud altars, kissed by coconut scent and soft shadow. There are shell mobiles that catch the light just so, and woven fans left on your pillow like offerings. The verandas open to the endless, where the only soundtrack is waves conversing with coral. Every detail is intentional, not ornamental. Designed for exhale, yes - but also for reverence, for remembering the beauty of breath itself.

DON’T SLEEP ON THESE ROOMS (BUT DO SLEEP IN THEM)

GROUPS OF FRIENDS
Beachfront Pool Villa

LA FAMILIA
Pool Villa

The art of living

Days drift here. You wake to waves serenading your window. You wander barefoot to breakfast, the sand imprinting your path like a slow-moving prayer. Time folds into itself as you float between reef swims, mid-morning journaling, and deep, hammock-held contemplation. Evenings unfurl with candlelit dinners beneath banyan branches, followed by moonlit rituals, be it an ocean dip, a stargazing session, or simply the act of listening. You begin to live not in hours, but in sensations: the warmth of sun on skin, the hush of tide on shore, the sweetness of mango on your lips. Time doesn’t pass – it expands, stretches, and seduces.

The forever lens

WATER: Rain-harvested and filtered in-house, with systems designed to honour every drop.
WASTE: No single-use plastics. A living compost programme nourishes the land; recycling is ritual.
ENERGY: Solar water, minimal-impact lighting, and reef-safe practices underpin every detail.
ARCHITECTURE: Rooted in traditional Fijian techniques, with materials chosen for harmony—not just form. Buildings breathe, just like the island.

The together lens

The Tokoriki team is almost entirely Fijian - heart-centred, multi-generational, and deeply rooted. Many have been there for decades, living in neighbouring villages. Their warmth is generational; their care, ancestral. The Tokoriki Foundation is not an initiative - it’s a lifeline, funding local schools, essential healthcare, and marine conservation projects led in partnership with community elders. This isn’t corporate altruism. It’s kinship in practice.

The take it with you

- A sulu that holds your shape and your scent
- A seashell found with story, sea-salted and soul-stampedA song that lingers long after departure—whistled, hummed, remembered
- A softness you didn’t know you needed, stitched into your bones
- A new pace, slower than memory, faster than forgetting

WE SLOJOURNED HERE

“It wasn’t the sunsets or the champagne breakfasts that changed me. It was the space. The people. The stillness. The way this place made me feel like the most romantic version of myself. I’ve been travelling to Fiji, and Tokoriki, for over 20 years - I consider it a forever home.”

The ways you can move

SLOJOURN is a members-only platform for the new vanguard of conscious travellers. That’s you.

In that vein, we support a multitude of ways to book your travel.

Book directly with SLOJOURN’S travel team (we just don’t book flights, friend).
Book via our preferred travel partners that we can connect you with.
Use this as your guide and DIY your way through the world (love that for you, just take note of the destinations that prohibit this such as Bhutan, Socotra… etc.)