Shubham’s Andaman Honeymoon Trip Review with Thrillophilia
The ocean has always fascinated me. Its vastness, unpredictability, and the way it holds stories in every ripple are remarkable. But as I stepped off the flight at Port Blair on the morning of January 23, 2025, I realised that this trip was about me and my wife embarking on our first big adventure as a married couple. A journey to the Andaman Islands felt like the perfect way to begin this new chapter of our lives.
As we exited Veer Savarkar International Airport, the warm tropical air enveloped us. My wife, draped in a breezy floral dress, tightened her grip on my hand, and her eyes were brimming with excitement. “This is it,” she whispered, her voice carrying a thrill I could feel in my own chest.
The city of Port Blair welcomed us with open arms. The lush greenery, the colonial charm, and the aroma of the sea in the air made everything feel surreal. We checked into our cosy hotel, freshened up, and prepared for our first day in paradise.
Sunsets and History at Corbyn’s Cove & Cellular Jail
Our first stop was Corbyn’s Cove Beach. As our car weaved through the roads lined with palm trees, I stole glances at my wife, who was gazing out of the window, lost in the scenery. When we arrived, we were greeted by a golden shoreline and the waves kissing the sand in a rhythmic embrace.
“Shall we?” I asked, offering my hand.
She smiled and pulled me towards the water. The salty breeze brushed against our faces as we strolled along the shoreline, and the waves played hide-and-seek with our feet. We sat on the soft sand to watch the sun dip into the horizon and paint the sky in hues of pink and orange. It felt like the universe itself was celebrating our love.
The mood shifted as we made our way to the Cellular Jail. The dimly lit corridors and the heavy silence of the prison walls told stories of courage and resilience. As the light and sound show began, the past unfolded before us, with the voices of freedom fighters echoing in the night. It was humbling but a stark contrast to the joyous beginning of our journey. Holding my wife’s hand, I felt gratitude for the sacrifices of the past and for the freedom to live, love, and explore together.
Time Stood Still at Radhanagar Beach
The next morning, we set off for Havelock Island, a name that had been etched in our dreams for months. The ferry ride itself was magical - the deep blue ocean stretching endlessly and lined with occasional flying fish. The moment we arrived, we felt the change. Havelock was different. It was quieter, purer, and untouched by time.
Radhanagar Beach was our first destination. I had read about it, seen pictures, and heard countless stories, but nothing prepared me for its sheer beauty. The fine white sand was soft beneath our feet, and the water was a shade of blue so vibrant that it felt unreal.
We decided to take a swim and let the gentle waves carry us. Floating on our backs, we stared at the sky. “Can we just stay here forever?” she sighed.
I smiled. “I was just thinking the same thing.”
For hours, we lost ourselves in the moment - building sandcastles, chasing the retreating waves, and sharing quiet conversations about our future. We were just two souls, madly in love, wrapped in the embrace of nature.
Scuba Diving at Elephant Beach
If there was one thing I had been eagerly waiting for, it was this - scuba diving at Havelock’s famed Neemo Reef. My wife was a bit hesitant, but I reassured her, “This will be the most unforgettable memory of our trip.” And I was not wrong.
As we geared up, the instructor guided us into the water. The initial plunge sent shivers down my spine, but as soon as I adjusted, a whole new world opened up before me. Schools of fish in dazzling colours moved past, coral reefs swayed gently, and the silence of the ocean was oddly comforting. I turned to find my wife and saw her eyes wide with amazement. She gave me a thumbs-up, and at that moment, we both knew - we had just witnessed something truly extraordinary.
As we resurfaced, she pulled off her mask and smiled. “I cannot believe I almost skipped this!”
I laughed. “Told you so.”
We spent the rest of the day basking in the afterglow of the experience, watching the waves from the shore, and promising to return someday.
The Melancholy Beauty of Kalapathar Beach
Our last morning on Havelock Island was bittersweet. We woke up early to visit Kalapathar Beach. Unlike the bustling energy of the other beaches, this one had a quiet solitude to it. The black rocks against the shimmering waters created a dramatic contrast, and the sound of the waves was like a lullaby.
We walked hand in hand, the wet sand cool beneath our feet. “This place feels different,” she thought aloud.
“It does,” I agreed. “Like it belongs in poetry.”
As we sat on one of the large black boulders and watched the sun slowly rise, a sense of peace washed over us. There was no rush and no need to be anywhere else. It was just us, the ocean, and the unspoken promise of forever.
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