Last summer, I went to Mexico for the very first time in my life. Coming from Europe, and more specifically from Switzerland which is kind of a microcosm, I've experienced visiting the country like an entirely new planet. I went on a road trip in Yucatan, which is what most people do when they go to Mexico.
I passed, at one point of the journey, through Cancun and Tulum.
You see pictures in books, on tv, you hear people talk about it. But going there was a real shock. Sincerely I almost thought that this was maybe the place that resembled the most to what we call hell. Everything smelled like overconsumption, aesthetic surgery, urge and need of posting every second on social media, alcohol, loud music and dirty money.
When I got to El Cuyo, an old fisherman town, my whole perspective changed and everything seemed, in comparison of what I saw a few days before, so pure and kind of still intact, untouched nor spoiled. People seemed to live on their own clock, without rushing.
I've taken pictures and wanted to depict this haven of peace, the tranquility of it, the safe space that it was. When I got back home, I almost didn't want to talk about El Cuyo to my friends, because I didn't want this place to turn like the others, just a few kilometres away.
But I've come to think that people will eventually discover this little town and go visit. The trick, I guess, is to increase awareness at all costs and try to keep the places like El Cuyo just like they are today.
