Port Blair, India
Well, interesting is a word I have been describing my 2 days in Port Blair. Would I return again, I do not think the opportunity would happen again, and if it did, this would be a port I would stay on the ship for !
Greeted by crowds of men as we climb off the ships arranged shuttle bus. ” You want a tuck tuck ? ” tuck tuck ! Tuck tuck ! Only a dollar. !
This saying was to follow me everywhere. Run walking the roads as we try to cross, dodging the cars, motor bikes and tuck tucks. Smoke fumes, the heat, the colours and smells of Port Blair were beginning to merge into some kind of colorful piece of memorable art I could capture as a photograph never to be forgotten.
Cows can be grazing along the side of the roads, goats walking along and surprising you.
The heat felt as if someone had turned the central heating up high. But learning to join the atmospheres and listening to the beeping sounds of constant horns, was rather stressful and unwelcoming to us British visitors.
The buying of local souvenirs..a shell, a pair of wooden Andaman wood salad servers, a coconut to drink the juice, which was expertly chopped with a rather large knife on a side of a road by a local business man, along with a few long caftan style dresses for my mum…. and of course, my picture taking so I can etch this memory into my mind, all make up my 2 day experience of the Andaman Islands governed by India.
Thank you Boudicca, for proudly waiting for our arrival back to the ship. Where there was familiarity, comfort, air conditiong…..and no tuck tucks.
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