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 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 are a faithful echo of the originals.
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.