Andaman – A Photo Essay

A long pending post! I traveled to Andaman last December and have been meaning to share the beauty since then. So let’s get to the trip straight away!

Andaman will blow your mind with it’s raw and serene beauty. It is a must visit for all those who belong to the sea. With it’s magical clear sand and turquoise water beaches; plus the magnificent coral stretches you’ll never want to return. Oh! also there are some pretty cozy resorts with small private beaches – yayy!

Here are some of the pictures. All of them were taken with my phone.

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Aerial view of the islands

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Radhanagar beach; It is said to be the world’s 7th most beautiful beach and so it was ❤

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On our way to the Limestone Caves

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You’ll have to get on countless ferries and sometimes motorboats to move between islands. The travel between these small islands is equally amazing. You’ll come across mesmerizing seascapes.

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Another one near the Limestone caves. On the corners are dense mangroves. We were riding on a small motorboat, which also takes you among the mangroves.

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Coffee with a view!

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The North Bay island is full of pretty corals. I went scuba diving to get a good feel of the beautiful coral reefs.

Crossed scuba diving off my bucket list wohoo!

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The resorts at Havelock island were cozy and comfortable. We stayed at The Sea Shell resort.

And a few more pictures-

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Song

Exhausted and worn  out,

all I can think of is sleep.

I rest my head against the frail glass window,

an occasional thud; when the bus screeches and brakes.

I stare at the lights outside and wonder how fast the world moves.

The chatter on the radio comes to a stop and a sweet melody strikes the air.

I lean on the window and start humming along…

Another light lingering tune effortlessly mixes in the air…mingling with my carcass humming and suddenly my tune doesn’t sound so offbeat.

His voice silvery coarse – my voice faintly melodic.

I don’t turn.

The lights outside don’t appear sad anymore.

THE OLD FORGOTTEN LANES

It is beautiful how people fall in love with places. They spend their lives living, breathing in different cities. Their job takes them places. They have busy monotonous routines and a set way of life yet somehow they come to develop a strange kind of sweet feeling for the place they belong to. With time as opportunities hit by, people may move away from their home towns but their roots still draw back to the same old forgotten lanes of their childhood. The sweet old days of innocence.

 

Not long ago, I was travelling with a friend of mine. We were on a bus to my hometown. On our way, we passed through a town where she previously lived and she began narrating about her days there. Relating to every little section we crossed by and while listening to her stories I could not help but notice, the way her eyes sparkled. I could see how fond she was of that little town and I realized that I pretty much feel the same way about my town. I guess that is how it is. The places we grow up in, occupy a special place in our hearts. Just like we fall in love with people, so we do with places.