May 5
1600 hrs
at sea, somewhere between Havelock and Port Blair
Today has been cloudy and dull weatherwise. However, given that we've been treated like thanksgiving turkey the past few days, we call this pleasant. Left Havelock behind at 2 pm, we're onboard a four hour ferry to Port Blair.
Having nothing in store for the morning, Devi and I (known henceforth as the cooler ones), hired a splendor on rent and took off. Not before some expected opposition from amma and achan. Splendor being a geared vehicle that I apparently donot know to handle. Anyway, we were off...
We must've covered most places in Havelock connected by road. We even retraced our route to Radhanagar. Spoke to a few locals, discovered farms of tomato, pumpkin, gourd and ladies finger, learnt that the ladies finger plant blooms a beautiful yellow (see pic), found havelock a small
world where we met and remet other strangers on bikes often along the way.... We simply followed the roads till they ended, usually in beaches, mud paths or dead ends... Finally after 3 short hours, we reached back at the resort content and famished.
Fried Fish couldn't have been too far....
1600 hrs
at sea, somewhere between Havelock and Port Blair
Today has been cloudy and dull weatherwise. However, given that we've been treated like thanksgiving turkey the past few days, we call this pleasant. Left Havelock behind at 2 pm, we're onboard a four hour ferry to Port Blair.
Having nothing in store for the morning, Devi and I (known henceforth as the cooler ones), hired a splendor on rent and took off. Not before some expected opposition from amma and achan. Splendor being a geared vehicle that I apparently donot know to handle. Anyway, we were off...
We must've covered most places in Havelock connected by road. We even retraced our route to Radhanagar. Spoke to a few locals, discovered farms of tomato, pumpkin, gourd and ladies finger, learnt that the ladies finger plant blooms a beautiful yellow (see pic), found havelock a small
world where we met and remet other strangers on bikes often along the way.... We simply followed the roads till they ended, usually in beaches, mud paths or dead ends... Finally after 3 short hours, we reached back at the resort content and famished.Fried Fish couldn't have been too far....
The amazing race,was it?
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