It is just before 6am, and the first rays of morning light are peeking into our tent. We have been gently encouraged awake by the same ocean waves that lulled us to sleep many hours before. From our balcony, the waters below are turquoise and cobalt, sparkling in the dawn light as they surge and crash over the russet red rocks. Brown boobies and frigate birds soar past at eye-level, hovering on the sea breeze, so close we barely need our zoom lenses. And around us, the red crabs mill, softly munching on the moist dewy leaves in the early morning cool, their bright orange claws clickety-clacking as they slowly amble by. Welcome to Swell Lodge.