Each place on earth seems like the best . . and better than the other!
Driving over 130 kmph in a star lit night on the Bangalore Mangalore highway can give you the highs. The traffic is less this night and a few that are on the roads are zipping past at matching speeds. Its dangerous to drive in the dark of the night, but the trick is to drive on 'auto-pilot'.
Along the route, there are burning tyres, felled trees and armed Policemen. A fire engine dousing the fire in the middle of the road. Policemen guide us around the burnign tyres and urge us to move on. War zone ? No, we learn there is trouble and its a bandh called by some political party this day.
We dawn upon the Paradise Isle at unearthy hour. The guard at the gates refuses to let us in. After thrusting the required papers, he lets us in.
At the breakfast table the Manager tells us the entire town is shut business and its a bandh! It means - grounded!
Well, the bandh turned out to our advantage. The Paradise Isle wore a deserted look. Few people out on the road and none at the beach which would swell with people on a regular day.
The boatmen agreed to smuggle us to the St. Mary's Island for 800 bucks! A 20 minutes boat ride from the Paradise Isle.
The only habitants of the island . .
Crystal clear waters and pure white sand ...
A couple of hours in the sun and sand .. the tan lines began to show up. The men folk would wanna stay, but the ladies had to save their skin :)
Back on the jet . .
Leaving St. Mary's Island . .
Back on land to a wonderful Sunset . .
Back to Malpe Town