Jai Mathi Hotel Port Blair

... nous devosn remplir encore qq papiers. A croire que les Indiens ont copie les francais pour la paperasserie Arriver dans une petite ville un dimanche matin, et c est la galere, rien n est ouvert et on ne sait pas trop quoi faire. Asssis au bord d'une rue, un rick shaw s'arrete et le conducteur commence a tailler la bavette avec nous. Et le voila qui nous propose de nous faire un tour de la ville. Bijart, enfin un truc comme ca, est tres cool, il nous emmene au haut de l ...

... reference to the Andaman & Nicobar Islands? A reading of the epoch making autobiography of Mandela, Long Walk to Freedom, throws up some interesting facts. During the long years of incarceration on Robben Island, to beat the solitude and boredom, Mandela would read books, write letters, and fantasize about what he would do after his release from prison ...

... comes to life. The museum turns out to be an encyclopaedic walkthrough of the history and culture of the Andaman and Nicobar islands. Exhaustive in its depiction, through photographs and tableaus, of the evolution and life of the various tribes, it's worth spending time here to understand this otherwise little known region of your country better. The souvenir shop on the ground floor has some interesting books and handicrafts on sale - maybe ...

... It is neither too cloudy, nor too clear. While Port Blair is not exactly visible, we do get to see Havelock, Neil, North Bay and Ross Islands. Presently, John pulls out a Rs.20/- note from his wallet and holds it against the horizon. He points at the scene on the note - a view of the sea from between a forest, with a lighthouse prominently sticking out. Beyond his arm, we see the same vista, complete with the red and white lighthouse standing out against ...

... on these shores. We dock at 8.30 sharp and are met by Raja, the travel agent hooked up by John and Saleem. We hop on to a Sumo and are driven through a scenery of tropical green. The Dolphin's Nest is about 3kms from the jetty, on the eastern side of the island. Havelock is all about tourism and, hence, mostly devoid of any markets of note, other than the cluster around the jetty. The rest of it is sparsely inhabited (with the majority being Bengalis who ...

... Trunk road, progressively heading north, passing houses on both sides of the road, interspersed with thick clumps of trees. After about 90 minutes into the ride, we pull over in what, at first, seemed to be a minor traffic jam. Just then the guide announces to a mostly sleeping busload that we have reached Jirkatang, the border checkpost to enter the Jarawa Reserve. We have a 30mt stopover here - any early morning emergencies, including an urge to ...

... and light show at the Cellular Jail. As for us, we have our sights set on Havelock Island. With one of the finest beaches in Asia and good prospects of snorkelling, it features high on any itinerary. The downsides are that you need to keep aside a night and two days for the return trip from Port Blair. The cost apart, this means that you would probably need to sacrifice some other fixture from your tour programme if you are on a tight timeline. We decide to ...

... from applications to the Berlin Fire Department, returning to oz and QAS or even riding the panam hwy from Mexico to Argentina. they all had their own appeal and i decided to take my time to decide, meanwhile enjoying some quality time with the grandparents and old friends in the land of Sauerkraut and Bratwurst. 2007 was definately a christmas to remember, for so many reasons. it was the first christmas in 17 years, that i got to ...

... to do it as soon as I could. I took it with Dive India - a couple of resorts up the beach. it cost me 300 euro. The first day I had to watch 5 hours of videos explaining about diving while I could see everyone on the beach. That was tough enough with the sun beating down outside!!! The second day was in the water. It went on for almost 4 hours just doing the basic stuff that is needed to master the diving course. We managed to do a ten minute dive ...

... on our way out of the harbour and I was trying to fend off a businessman on the deck who was telling me smugly how many crores his jewellery business earned and was wondering if I had seen his 'mansion in London'. The seas were still stormy and it wasn't long before the Indian landlubbers were puking in chorus throughout the boat. I went and stood outside; the sea spray and the rain being preferable to the cabin, which was by now like a vomitarium.<br><br>The boat, despite its ...