How everything has become easy these days? You Google what you need, you get numbers then you tell people what you want, they customize your wants and Voila! Next thing you know is that you’re on a flight to Andamans! (Thanks Flynote.)

So I, or rather, we were on islands for four nights and five days. Two days in Port Blair, Two on Havelock Island and one day on sweet Neil Island.

We had an early morning flight from Delhi to Port Blair via Calcutta and even after being excited about the vacation we slept till Calcutta. Our lazy ass realized the fact we were going to one of the most beautiful places on earth only when we saw the breath taking aerial view of Sunderbans for the first time. And before we could make any plans to jump, we were flying over glorious blue water of Bay of Bengal and slowly the entire “…water water everywhere nor any drop to drink” made its way into our discussion.

And in two hours fifteen minutes from Calcutta were recording the mesmerising view of Andaman Islands. Man! What beauty!!

 

And as we put our feet on the ground we gained the most important piece of information about the island and all the jokes that I had ever cracked on BSNL till then were laughing on my face. Catch is, island expects you to detox yourself from the digital poison only if you’re using any other carrier than BSNL. ONLY BSNL PROVIDES 3G THERE. Imagine a planet where YOU are SUPERMAN!!! Though you get decent Airtel and Vodafone signals but they are only good for making calls to tell your mom that you’re having fun.

So after making calls and relaxing a bit at hotel, we found a car waiting for us outside which took us to not-yet-so-spoiled Corbyn Cove Beach. Jettys were there, some ok-ish eatries and our fellow uncle citizens taking the dip in salty water with their one nipple hailing for freedom from their white ganjis.

And after taking some two hundred pictures, which believe me is not sufficient to soak the beauty of this rocky beach, we moved forward to Cellular Jail.

Cellular Jail, is popularly, and not lovingly, known as Kalapani was built by the Engländer which is a German word for the Britishers. Every single brick of this infamous Cellular Jail tells a story. Stories of how we were oppressed, how the wights were always a problem (Game of Thrones anyone?), and how much courage and pain does it take to convert a piece of land into a glorious nation, if only we can keep the true spirit of our Constitution and Independence alive. This empathy was followed by an amazing light and sound show.

We finished our day with an amazing dinner at hotel.

P.S. Special shout out to the uncle selling kachhi kairi outside Cellular Jail.
Who calls it unripe mango. The wights?

More to follow.