Chiryatapu 9 feb

Roam2
Terry & Fiona
Sat 9 Feb 2013 18:49
11:37.5 n
092:46.16 e
Port Blair to Chiryatapu 18nm
Finally we are all checked in, got all the necessary paperwork and stamps,
fresh food and can now begin our tour of a little bit of the Andaman
Islands.
In truth, there may well be hundreds of islands, but we are only allowed to
visit a handful freely and a few more if you are prepared to pay a weighty fee
and spend more time collecting more bits of paper and stamps, which we weren’t.
On the up side, we got a sim card for the mobile phone (thank you Helen and
Jim on Gaia), but coverage is poor, even in the anchorage a GPRS signal is
barely obtainable. we also managed to get the genoa partially fixed. Ravi, the
master taxi driver, tour guide and general fixer told us that there were no
machines capable of doing such stitching to fix the header tapes, but he could
get them hand sewn. The sail came back with the header tapes sewn in the right
place, but with very wide stitching where there had been dozens of stitch holes.
Anyway it was better than nothing and meant that Fiona was able to do her own
hand stitching to make it stronger.
There is are a couple of small fruit and veg markets in town with a
reasonable selection of varying quality. chicken is available VERY fresh from
the chicken shops. you pick your bird from the cage. it is ‘blessed’ by the in
house imam, its throat slit and turned inside out – pulling off the skin and
feathers all in one go, chopped up if you’d like, feet on or off as you prefer
and bagged up all nice and warm.
bread (not very good) , curry puffs and samosas (superb) available in lots
of places .
So, we called Port Control, got permission to leave) and sailed south along
the coast to the bottom of the island and anchored off the beach and reef at
Chiryaptapu. It was a quiet spot, but we did get some swell coming in from the
ESE. Ashore we could see a number of people on the beach. We thought there would
be a village, but couldn’t see one. and no mobile phone reception, which meant
our attempts at checking in that evening and the next morning were
fruitless. |