Xcalak is a tiny Mexican outpost in the state of Quintana Roo, a fly fisherman's cast from the Belize
|The End of the Road|
We come here every few years, to remind ourselves that there are still places where time stands still. Very little changes between our visits. There are still the same deep, axel-shattering potholes in the dirt road that must be navigated to get from the village to Sin Duda, a guesthouse we stay at 8 kilometres north of town. Water and electricity are precious commodities in this part of the world, captured fastidiously in rain barrels and sun panels on the roof.
|Manuel and Marie's Grocery Truck|
Geckos and cicadas still lull us to sleep-- and occasionally startle us wide awake in the dark of night. Boa constrictors and iridescent scorpions are fairly frequent visitors. It's this rhythm of the jungle that has lured a handful of adventurous northerners to settle and build small haciendas in the area, catering to those of us who want to go far from the madding crowd.
The Meso-American reef is right on Xcalak's doorstep...a natural wonder that spans more than one
|Just North of Xcalak|
There is such comfort in coming to a place that isn't trying to become the next big thing. For now, Mexicans and the foreigners who live there value tranquility. This is what home means to them. And for brief, joyous periods of time every few years, I am a part of that.