Five-Star Hotels in Senggigi

The staff were amazing! The resort was beautiful and relaxing. There was a driver who would take you to some other restaurants which was super handy.

The staff at the hotel are simply amazing, so kind and attentive. The service is top notch! The hotel itself is stunning, and has everything you need.

Location was amazing on the quieter side of the island. Stayed in the 3 bedroom Villa which exceeded our expectations. The pool and villa was beautiful. The resort was 5 star and everything was perfection.

The staff was amazing. Not to forget the large pools with a beautiful view to the sea. Best feeling!

Gili Air Crystal-clear waters. Raw, unpolished grit. A car-free speck of paradise where horse buggies rattle through dust, and the air’s thick with salt and freedom. The kind of place that doesn’t just win you over—it hijacks your body, mind, and soul. I stumbled into Santorini Greek Restaurant & Resort on a whim—a last-minute booking after hauling myself down from Mount Rinjani’s brutal, soul-shaking climb. Two nights turned into five, then 7, because this place grabs you by the heart and doesn’t let go. I’ve already rebooked to drag my husband here later this year, though right now he’s stewing back home, irritated I’ve gone rogue for nearly a week. Let him stew. The island’s no-car rule is liberation on two wheels. Nights end at the Monkey Bar, where techno pulses through the palms and Europeans dance barefoot on the sand, long since surrendered to Gili’s rhythm. It’s equal parts dive bar and transcendence—chaos with a better view. The resort itself? Understated cool. The Greek Quarter glows under a curtain of blue lights, a secret you feel lucky to stumble upon. Candlelit dinners blur out the world’s static. Sunrises hit like a shot of ouzo—sharp, undeniable. Afternoons dissolve in sleep, the ocean whispering against the minimalist calm of the room. And the food—soulful Greek plates served without pretension, perfect with a cold Bintang and a horizon that stretches forever. The staff run the joint with precision, steering clear of island chaos while keeping you close enough to wander into it if you crave noise. The room? A sanctuary. Minimalist chic with ocean views that demand you ditch baggage, literal and emotional. I raided the boutique—light dresses, breezy and unburdened—and made them my uniform. No clutter, no noise, just a curated life for this island state of mind. The private spa-pool on the balcony doubled as a YouTube stage, perfect for nursing Rinjani-wrecked muscles and telling stories nobody asked for but everyone listens to anyway.