Now, every trip cannot possibly be so good-to-hear and without any trouble. So let me share the only negative incident which I faced during this trip – since scooter was a must here for exploring the island, I accepted my driver’s offer of delivering a scooter at my resort. He said it was his friend’s agency and I agreed (Port Blair’s experience being so pleasant). When asked if I would like a liter of petrol being provided (Petrol Pumps remain close on Sundays) I said yes without giving a second thought.
10 minutes later a young smiling kid came with a new Activa and a receipt. He told me to check if the scooter is working fine and so I did. I paid the security deposit + petrol charge of Rs 80, started the engine, checked the brakes, indicators and headlamp – everything but the oil tank!
And that’s where I went wrong. After a quick shower I decided to go for my Scuba diving registration. Starting the scooter, I realized the oil fuel meter was at reserve! I immediately called up the agency and informed but the person on the other side was adamant and just kept repeating “the meter stays at reserve for 1 litre.” Dejected on being cheated, I called up my cab driver and complained. He told the agency is 2 minutes ride from my resort and I should go there and clarify. And that only worsened the situation as the 3 guys who were sitting in the garage started bellowing upon me that I was the one who’s trying to milk petrol out of them! One even said return the scooter and go back. Realizing there was nothing I could do, I resigned to the situation and gave them a thanks and said “everything is online nowadays.’ I heard them blabbering behind while I walked away – Roy Tours, Beach no 5. Yes, everything is online today! It never was about the 80 Rs, but the way they treated and threatened me instead of even listening.
Very much in shock (because everything actually felt beautiful till that incident), I gave myself some time to recover and got determined not to let this incident affect my plans.
Scuba Adventures! (This should have been one dedicated post all together!)
Had come across many positive reviews about Bare Foot Scuba Diving agency and decided to register with them for my diving. The association’s office is in the jetty area and you have to make the payment there (Rs 4,135.00). From what I understood, diving timings are from 6.00 in the morning till 11 am.
Minutes later, I sat in an open café signing the declaration that I would be entirely responsible for my death. When my instructor came to collect the form guess I was giving the impression of a wet kitten because he said “People who don’t even know how to swim go for scuba. At least you do.” Not that it gave me all the boost I needed to shrug off the fear, but well, it did make me think “ok I won’t die I suppose”. Once in my wetsuit, I was made to seat in a SUV and we drove for 5 minutes and got down in front of a hut – the diving spot was to be reached on foot from that point.
2 minutes walk through foliage and we reached a open space with clear turquoise water with mangroves floating upon it. The nearer I went to the water, the more panicky I became! I could see a few tourists being trained in the shallow waters. They put on the oxygen cylinder on my back and a belt with some weights around the waist.