Posted by: Kappa | April 3, 2008

Happy’s Jolly Boys and their Andaman Trip 2007 – Part 2

Happy and his friends from PGP09 explored the Andaman Islands just before their convocation in early 2007. This is Part Two of their four-part tale.

Part One, Part Two, Part Three, Part Four.

Day Two
Off we were, to some local islands, expanding our horizons. After a lot of confusion about which jetty to head off to, we were on the boat to check out Ross, Viper and Coral islands. Ross was an old colony which was deserted by the Brits after an epidemic claimed several lives. The island has some picturesque ruins with creepers and aerial roots intertwined with the walls. There is also an old Church, and on the way you can also spot a thicket with trees springing out in between. For an instant, it looked so amazing, as if trying to say something about the indomitable human spirit. And then the cemetery after the church posed a grim reminder of the temporal nature of everything. The serenity adds to the mystique of the place. There is also a beach on the other end of the island, a park with a deer supposedly somewhere, and in case you are a loose nut like us, a coconut trunk overhanging into the sea to sit on and try some crazy-frog-like scooterette :). And while sleepyhead Me was trying to steal every wink of sleep possible in the most awkward of the positions on the to journey, I woke up to crystal clear water with fish dancing many meters below us on the return journey.

 
Harley-Davidsons? Not quite!

Viper’s claim to fame is that it used to be the gallows long time back and today is inhabited by a single person who has been there since anyone can remember. I wonder if the Census takers of India take the pain to come down to say Hello to the old man. On the day we went there, he refused to pose for a snap as he was busy repairing some telephone lines there. I am sure we would have found Graham Bell’s original instrument had we persisted a little more. North Bay islands or coral islands as known popularly are a good place for snorkeling (shallow and deep) and probably scuba diving, because I heard the word scuba but didn’t see anything like that happening. Probably those are conducted by expensive tour operators and not everyone can do that or whatever the reason. I restricted myself to the light house which Sudgho and I tried to break in but could not 😦

Came back to Port Blair and immediately started looking for a place to eat our hearts out and luckily found one very close to the dock. But that was after a lot of searching, and unlike an open air restaurant that we were keen on spotting, it was a first floor setup accessible through narrow a staircase. But the not so grand entrance belied a good place to guzzle down beer and vodka (and if you are interested, sprite). And the food was Awwweeessoomeeeee !!! Try the seafood there, it’s a bit spicy but truly mouth watering and the volcano prawn was, well, unique! And like KP said, “khana badhiya aur liquor sasti .. jannat hai.” Life sure was good.

Day Three
Another day, another destination or wait… there must have been a mistake… we were in the eastern most part of the country and it was still pitch dark … this couldn’t have been the start of a day! But if we had to go to Baratanga, there was no other way. Darn it, we got ready grudgingly and trudged out, trying to reach the travel agent who had promised to pick us up from our place as we were staying on the bus route. Finally we did get a ride, but on the guys’ bike with two of us perched on a seat meant for carrying the milk jerry cans!

But the bus was nowhere in sight. There had been a flat and bus arrived after everything was fixed, and we started out, almost an hour after our scheduled departure. An hour of precious sleep stolen from the bleary eyes. To travel to Baratanga, one has to travel through Jarwa country on the Trunk road that travels the length of the archipelago and used to connect the now submerged Indira Point in Nicobars to the northern parts of the Andaman Islands. Because this is a preserved area under the ministry of forests, tribal welfare, heritage and all the sundry departments in the G.o.I., vehicles can travel only twice in a day through the twin check-posts, and at very odd hours, in a convoy. Off we sped towards the first check point.

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