Sea Princess Beach Resort Port Blair

... us quickly thru the streets of the town toward the prison. Riding in a Tut-Tut is an experience as they are small low powered vehicles that speed thru the streets of town darting among the other traffic. The roads were narrow two lane road with a white line marking what could be the center of the road. We soon learned through experience that the road markings were only guidelines. Corners were especially nervous experiences as one could not expect what and where something ...

Namaste! Se vedno na Andamanskih otokih, ceprav bi po vseh pravilih morala ze skoraj leteti iz Kolkate proti Delhiju. No, prvic se je pokazalo, da tudi v Indiji backpacker lahko dozivi take taprave zaplete - razen zamud vlakov, nad katerimi sva se ze pritozevala. No, danes sva lepo mirno prisla na letalisce in tam izvedela, da ima najina letalska druzba tehnicne zaplete in je let odpovedan. Sicer je eno uro pozneje na isti relaciji letela druga druzba, ki je imela ...

... circle, the island that the had British wrested changed hands when the Japanese came calling; today, it stands reclaimed by an even bigger force - that of nature. In a bizarre act of retribution, every one of the buildings stand ravaged by time, with roots and branches and vines choking any traces of heritage that the settlers had left behind. The moment we get off the ferry and pass the ticket counters, it's as if the curtain has gone up on a ...

... palm trees and amputated bamboo stumps paints an even more stark picture. A 20mt uphill drive from Bamboo Flats through thick forests gets us to a check-post to the Mt. Harriet National Park. It has been a lonely ride so far, the narrow reserve road flanked on either side by massive trees that crossed over to each other forming a thick canopy overhead. Just beyond the gates, further up, we come to a halt. On our right stands the ruins of the Chief ...

... about lazily above and the parted waters now are leaving a frothy trail behind us. When we look down at the waves, at first we see just the menacing waters, but a closer look reveals a spectacle - the breaking surf is going into a spin and dissolving from a dark-blue to a lovely, light turquoise. With the wind in our hair and nothing but the sound of the ship's dull motors and the beating of the waves, we sip hot coffee and share the deck with a bunch ...

... without warning, the skies opened up. Our conductor, wrapped up in his own world, had forgotten all about my periodical reminders to get us down at Gate No.2. In the downpour, we got down a stop ahead - in front of what is Gate no.2 and a half! From there began a half-kilometre trudge in the rain, lugging our rucksacks and bags to the hotel. After half a night's disturbed sleep, we board the early morning flight from Dum Dum with more than a little ...

... men det blev en god tur alligevel. Karsten lignede en lille dreng der havde faaet slik i julegave, da dagen var omme. Han havde fanget en Giant Travally paa ca. 6 kg. Herefter en Coral Trout paa ca. 4 kg og til sidst en Baracuda paa ca. 8 kg. Andennaevnte blev tilberedt af franskmandens nepalesiske kok og den smagte fantastisk.

Just back this morning from the Andaman Islands. I thought Goa was paradise but it didnt compare to Havelock Island in the Andamans. We enjoyed immensely an action packed 10 days in the beautifull resort of Pristine. I really am now of the opionin - more than ever - that when travelling a lot has to do with the people you meet. We were lucky to meet a great group and the days just flew by in an instant. We flew from Chennai and arrived in Port ...

... so there was a certain amount of regret and sadness in the air. One large English fellow who described himself as working in 'security' had, over recent weeks, become an Andaman Island lotus eater. He had long overrun his permit and nobody knew what would happen to him when he finally presented himself to the officials at the port. He didn't seem too bothered by it.<br><br>A huge fire was made of driftwood and Gregory and Sophia, a French couple, cooked some excellent food on it ...

... government's desire to keep an eye on the whereabouts of foreign visitors, we did manage to sneak a night on a deserted tropical island. It was arranged that myself and Andrew, an English bloke from Hertford, should go out on a fishing boat and camp on this island overnight. We had proposed the idea to our Indian friend (who shall remain anonymous) and he, being lubricated by Indian Navy rum, had agreed that it was a great idea. The next day, when it was mentioned ...