Komandoo was beautiful, clean and quiet. White sands, blue skies and clear seas all around. The only things that had wheels on them were the wheelbarrows used to lug scuba gear and luggage around. No need to use shoes. We had two spa sessions included in our package, which helped Heikki’s neck-back-shoulder problems and calmed us down.

Of course the island was completely built to cater western tourists, and it showed especially in the prices. But we did get the things we went there to find – peace, quiet and diving. You can find the photo evidence here.

The week flew past in a blink of an eye, and before we knew it we were headed back to India. At the airport the rain was pouring down with a dash of thunder, and we boarded the plane 30 minutes late. Then we proceeded to sit in the said plane for another two and some change hours. The crew did not see it necessary to tell the passengers why we were delayed until we actually got airborne. I managed to watch all the even remotely understandable programmes (=in English) before taking off.

We hit Bangalore some three hours late, and it was pretty much like being slapped in the face with a drenched towel – I had almost forgotten what the noise and pollution feel like.  Now, two nights later I wake up again to the 5 am prayer call and the yelling of the street vendors starting at 7 am. Earplugs are more handy than ever.

There’s still some three weeks to go before heading back to the homeland, and there is so much to do it feels overwhelming. But it still has to be done, so I’ll get on with it.

Tags: diving, holiday, luxuries, travel