Eco Villa Palm Beach Resort Havelock Island

... day on the beach chilling out with a book in one hand and beer in the other (I though had none, since I was mesmerized by the sea).<br><br>A few words about the Wild Orchid resort though. The resort will only appeal to those who are truly and here I mean the truly adventurous in spirit and in soul. It didn't appeal to me much except for the fact that its beautifully made in the traditional andamanese style since its pretty expensive with very less facilities. Apart from that, there is ...

... Ca valait vraiment le coup, une bonne, voir tres bonne visibilite (jusqu'a 30 metre). Nous avons vus beacoup de poissons, normal dans la mer! mais aussi des raies, une tres grosse tortue, des poissons lions et scorpions... pleins de petits et gros poissons en sommes. Nous avons plongee avec des moniteurs tres competents, ce n'etait pas le cas d'autres touristes, qui ont plonge avec un mono alcoolise et ne respectant aucune regle de securite...mais il etait moins cher ...

... getting wet the decision was made for me. Since we were sitting outside I brought out my drum and played on it and just about every crew member that passed by played a little as well. There was on gentleman that has sailed all over the world working on boats that I got to know pretty well that showed me a few moves for playing the drum. We arrived on Havelock and had a rickshaw take us to Beach 3 where the dive shops are as well as several other lodging ...

... and cast it aside. Johnny had a five year old son so we fretted a bit that he wouldn't be being imbued with the importance of book learnin'. Oh well. The relieved expression on Chris' face is because he's just had to be dramatically cut out of his wetsuit to have a post-dive wee. The zip jammed after the dive and he was getting desperate. No one could get the zip loose and in the end the divemaster had to use ...

... beast. Prawns. Hard to believe but we were attacked by some vicious midget prawns in Varkala (ok, not the Andamans). We were messing about in the waves near the beach when we noticed we were getting little bites. We couldn't see any jellyfish so we were perplexed and the things kept on giving us little nips. Sarah was most amused as I kept on shouting "OOH!" and "AYY!" like a big girl. Only when we got to back to the safety of the beach did ...

... don't succeed because the line nazi says i need to get the permit to get a ticket. and the "line" is the screaming pulsating mob to my right. ****. she looks after my gear while i fight a crowd of about 50 men, squeeze my way to the front and then wonder what it is i'm supposed to be doing now. no one is behind the counter but people are yelling and shoving. all of a sudden a woman comes out and starts ...

... dollars. **** it, whatever. The point is, I always do learn something, even if that something usually ends up being where people from this-or-that developed country fall on the rudeness-to-the-locals continuum when visiting developing countries. And I'm also always reminded that no matter how many places I go to, I'm still not free of the kind of juvenile American provincialism that makes me giggle at and take photos of Engrish specimens.  I suppose my policy of getting drunk with ...

... fly back to Chennai another 2 hours just to have to fly us all back wasting 4 hours of fuel? Ridiculous! So we arrived back in Chennai and we didn't even get off the plane. They started refueling and we waited awhile and they finally decided to send us right back to the islands. I guess our parking spot was available now. We landed in Port Blair around 1:15 PM but the ferry that will take me to the smaller island where I'm staying and ...

... their seats, they soon gave up the idea and rushed out to upper decks for cooler climes. As the shorelines of Port Blair receded fast and Kamorta hit the main channel, we experienced a bit of bounce sideways. That caused enough uneasiness for the first timers. Going down into the hull, there was an option of lying on the cushioned bunks and thankfully the ACs worked there. Our group gradually settled into the bunks...Professor Munshi and my son caught a nap too in the ...

... sad-looking eyes, some huge Napoleon fish (presumably so-called because of their protruding foreheads which resemble the peak of the famous Frenchman's hat) and a host of tropical reef-dwelling fish.<br><br>We spent the day on English Island and the others left us in the early afternoon. A stiff breeze was blowing out of the east so we set up a camp on the sheltered west side of the island. Andrew and Anjay (as I'll call him) had wisely brought hammocks. I had just my sleeping ...