The best resort I've found for a real digital and life detox
North Island doesn't have a spa menu the size of a novel. It has eleven villas, granite, and the kind of silence you forgot existed.
"Five villas, zero noise, granite boulders the colour of bone. Worth every single hour of the flight."
I went to North Island because I had stopped sleeping. Not the dramatic kind — the dull, low-grade kind where you wake at 4am and scroll until light. Six nights in the Seychelles fixed it, and I want to be honest about why.
There is no shared pool. No buffet. No lobby music. The eleven villas are spaced far enough that you genuinely don't see another guest unless you ask to. The granite boulders that the island is built around hold the heat from the day and the place hums quietly at night, like an animal asleep.
The team takes your phone politely on arrival. You can ask for it back; I never did. By day three, the thing I missed wasn't the device, it was the habit — the reflex of reaching for it. That broke around day four, and that's when I slept eleven hours straight.
Bring: one paperback you've been meaning to finish, a swimsuit, and an open week. Skip: the watch.