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The
village of Mararikulam is tucked away behind a line of
dense palms that rise like a sudden rampart of green out
of the sands. Like all villages, it has evolved naturally,
in picturesque disorder.
Sprawled expansively across 25 acres of land, the resort,
like its namesake, is separated from the sea by a windbreak
of stretching palms. There are a mere 52 |
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| cottages,
so the sense of space here is much more dramatic. The
cottages are separated by generous stretches of open parkland,
dotted with fruit-laden trees. The winding village pathways
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Rambling
walls curve around corners, their rust-coloured
stones smothered with trumpet flowers. Completing
the picture are rippling lotus ponds, usually with
a family of ducklings getting a swimming lesson
out in the middle.
The Marari Breach is not the place for a raucous
beach holiday. There are no rave parties here, no
noisy water scooters, no sellers of trinkets. But
for those seeking to undo the stresses of city life
and experience a completely new pace, it is the
perfect spot.
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