They say no man is an island, but I've found an exception to that rule: Just spend a few nights in the fantasy world known as an overwater bungalow and you'll feel as though you're adrift on your own private slice of paradise.
I tried it myself a few months ago. I needed a saltwater break from my normal life to clear my head and connect with some of my favorite underwater creatures.
When I realized the overwater bungalow — those romantic, thatched-roof cottages on stilts — had reached a 50-year milestone, I knew exactly where to go: French Polynesia, where it all started.
I would while away the day on the deck of a postcard-perfect bungalow...