It was completely dark and the sea sounds just echoed all over the place. We felt some sort of panic and couldn’t figure any way out of the Paradise Beach. We asked for help from guys in the same beach restaurant, where we had our coffee. But the guys didn’t bother much to help us and we tried our luck at few more nearby shops. Everyone seemed to be so busy and we started to get really worried. Without many options left, ultimately we went back to the same coffee shop and literally bugged the guy comprehensively. Even though, it was peak business hours for him, but that time, he was ready to help us, but he made it pretty clear that he wouldn't escort us to Om Beach and would only take us to some place, out of the tunnel. Well, that was indeed a great help and we couldn’t have asked for anything more from the poor guy. He took his flash light and escorted us to a safer place and everyone honestly thanked him for his help.
OM beach was not very far from that place and we only had to walk about a km downhill . It was utterly windy and one of my friend had to struggle a while in order to light a cigarette. It was very dark and the way to Om beach was through a zigzag narrow road. It wouldn't have been a wise decision to walk through that dark and narrow road, through the middle of the hills, that too without any source of light. We noticed a minibus parked nearby and asked the driver for help. Among us, there was only one guy (Veeresh), who could have communicated in local language, but it seemed even he was also little confused and asked everyone to enter the bus. We took our position and Veeresh had
an argument a chat with the driver for a while. After sometime, the driver started his vehicle and within a few minutes we were near the steps – the entrance to the Om Beach. We thanked the driver for his priceless help and paid him a few bucks.
We were literally tired and as soon as we reached our shacks, we gulped immense quantity of colorful fluids that evening. Even though the shacks looked ordinary, but we were really surprised with the amazing quality of food out there. Their menu had varieties of continental food, as well as some of the well known Indian delicacies. The couple of days we stayed there, we almost ate like a cow, swallowed all through the evening and experimented a wide range of starters. We used to join 2-3 tables and our entire group used to seat together. The poor guy out there, had really a hard time for those two days, as he had to take our orders, a hell lot of times.
Next morning we planned to visit Half Moon Beach and to go to Half Moon beach from there, people had 2 options. They could have either trekked through the hills for 45 minutes or could have used the boat, which would have taken merely 5 minutes. The boat timings were limited though and were not available all the time. Most of us were so much thrilled about the first option, but my wife was not ready for the trek and so do Hemanta’s wife (Nabaparna).
I and Hemanta were little depressed, but there was no other option and we went to Half Moon beach in a boat.
Half moon beach was stunningly mystical and it was one of those secret kind of beaches. Initially there were few tourists, but later it seemed that the entire beach was exclusively for us, at least for the next couple of hours. Half Moon beach was so fascinating that few of the guys stayed there for the whole day and only returned back in the evening.