Megapode Camping Resort Port Blair

... museums.These islands have a lot of tribes.The nicobar tribes are more advanced than the andaman tribes.nicobar tribes have established trade etc amongst themselves.Most tribes use bow and arrow weapons.They eat fish.Thats most of what i remember.
Theres a place called Sagarika..its a government handicrafts emporium.Nothing very special available there though.


Back to Bangalore:The land of (almost)zero humidity.
I love bangalore.

... apartheid regime of South Africa. However, on second thought, some similarities do emerge. Mandela, of course, was a freedom fighter of South Africa, much like the freedom fighters that were sent to the Andaman Islands. He too fought against foreign rule based on racial discrimination and exploitation of the majority by a small White minority regime. He too ...

... on a more military look when the Japanese took control in 1942. In their short stint of 3 years, the new landlords left behind stamps of their existence - military installations and underground bunkers, that you can still crouch through, if doubled up. Life as it is on island can be witnessed in another interesting little museum up ahead. From drawings and photographs to letters written by the inhabitants to their loved ones back in England, it's ...

... Forest Guest House and the huts that take you far from the bustle of the capital town below - not to talk of the obvious advantage it provides you with in the event of a tsunami! Maintained diligently, the compound looks tidy with cottages, viewing towers and the forest departments offices. With no other tourists, the place feels even more peaceful and relaxed than it is. There is only the gentle whirr of the hilltop breeze that we hear in the otherwise still ...

... course, not many can sustain their interest in the unchanging surroundings and, with time, retire from the deck. We hang on - and are rewarded suitably with the sights of a pair of prancing dolphins that dive in and out of the waters; some flying fish that pop out of the sea to flop in back; and finally, the sea-side front of the Jarawa country. Close to 8.30am, after two hours of having left Port Blair and one hour of being on the open sea, we spot the ...

Day 2 - Tuesday, 20th May, 2008 They'd wonder just what waking up at 2.30 in the morning can help you do in a land famed for the sun and the sand. But, they can't have heard about Baratang and its limestone caves. Nor can they imagine the feeling of being part of a convoy passing gingerly through a dense forest inhabited by tribals with absolutely no links to the outside world. Well, more on the way... We wait in a group, near the Gandhi Statue next to ...

... whole hotel!' or words to that effect. Well, that is much less harsh a treatment received by Indians from the Brits on this island! Breakfast takes on a south Indian flavour, at the Annapoorna, a pure vegetarian hotel. While the food isn't too bad here, the service is - at best - passable. During the course of the next five days, we must have paid 2-3 more visits here. My memory of this much recommended joint range from some superb filter coffee to some ...

Finally i feel like writing again. yes, yes, must admit, for a while there i was missing the inspiration a little, as things didn't quite pan out the way I had hoped. But how someone so aptly put it one day, 'it is the rocks that lie in our path, that show us the way'. Mmmh, wise beyond my years I am sure!! So what were the rocks in my way you ask? well, moving to europe to experience the hurt of unrequainted love and feeling of loss of any ...

... that all congragated around the resturant. There was a couple from england,, a couple canadians, couple Irish, a brit, a couple french and a whole host of Isralei's. im lucky in a way that Engliush seems to be the international language that evryone speaks so I do not have to pull out my couple of phrases of Francais- suffice to say the conversation would not last long. Usually at night sitting around the table there would be at least 15 or so ...

... an extra week. The next morning we paid a visit to Indian Airlines who changed our tickets in a matter of minutes. Next we visited the police station where a gang of Burmese men were stood in a line solemnly awaiting deportation. We queued up in the immigration office behind a boatload of Israelis who were collecting their permits. A telex had arrived that day from Delhi saying that the fee for permits which had been thirty dollars and was rumoured to be rising to a hundred, had ...