Anugama Resort Port Blair
Wandoor Jetty Road, Wandoor Port Blair, Andaman and Nicobar Islands, 744106, India
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Havelock Island: A place one should never leave
... we had reason to be nervous going through the water during high tide. We spent the day snorkeling and saw amazing tropical fish. Unfortunately most of the reefs were dead, but the fish were definitely amazing to watch. After Elephant Beach, most of the paint had washed off of our bodies -- except my hair. In fact, I still have pink hair as I write this. Here's to hoping it washes out soon! I've had many different hair colours over the year, but pink is a first.
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Overs, Wickets and Boundaries
... in the late 1800's-early 1900's and used mainly to house political prisoners. It was designed to keep the prisoners almost entirely in solitary confinement with the front of one wing facing the back of another - so there could be no communication.
History lesson complete it was most certainly time for a beer and the cricket so we asked a tuk-tuk driver waiting outside the jail where we could go. He pointed us around the corner and ...
Locked Up Abroad
... the Dreamers ran into him somewhere along the way and led him down to the beach where he told them he was going to take a nap in the dinghy. Seemed like a pretty good idea. Too bad that's not what he actually did.
The rest of us made our way to the beach a little later and the good news was there was no sign of Trevor in the woods. When we reached the beach Simon started sweeping the area with a flashlight. That's when we saw the ...
We're a cracker jack brigade on a pachyderm parade
... road despite driving in near total darkness. Seasickness might not have been an issue but I was about thisclose to being rickshawsick.
When we finally made it back to the food shacks at #7 Simon, Amanda and the Germans were sitting at a table and had just ordered some food. We tacked on our orders and waited... and waited... and waited... about an hour and 15 minutes for the food to come out. Each time we heard noise from the back we were sure it was ...
A Sort of Homecoming
... in Port Blair, veg didn't seem like such a bad choice.
For as entertaining as the ride to Port Blair was, the ride back was equally if not more terrifying. The driver got the one-lane road confused with a race track. First of all it was a different bus. This one was a rickety old thing with the emergency exit door held together by rope, seats with no backs and an engine that stalled pretty much everytime we stopped to let someone off. Then there was ...


