The island had always carried whispers of coral kingdoms and deep blue dreams. Travelers arriving at Havelock Island were often lured not just by its white sand and jungle-wrapped shores, but by something more immersive — the chance to slip beneath the sea.
Most had never tried it before. Some couldn’t even swim. And yet, there was no stopping them. Scuba diving in Andaman had quietly become a rite of passage — especially on Havelock, where the sea felt both wild and inviting.
At Dive India, a small group had gathered — faces taut with anticipation. Among them were couples on honeymoon, solo travelers with salt-soaked backpacks, and a family whose teenage daughter refused to miss out. None of them were certified divers. Several, it turned out, had never floated beyond waist-deep water.
But here’s the charm of scuba diving for non-swimmers and beginners: in Havelock, it’s not about experience. It’s about wonder. The instructors — sun-kissed and endlessly patient — made sure everyone felt ready. With detailed briefings, shallow water practice, and constant hand-holding (literally), even the most hesitant first-timers were eased into the magic.
They had been taken by boat just off Nemo Reef, a quiet stretch of calm sea close to Govind Nagar Beach. Masks on, tanks checked, and hearts thudding, they sank in — one slow breath at a time.
What unfolded underwater felt unreal. Schools of bannerfish danced like kites in slow motion. A blue-spotted stingray fluttered past the sandy floor, vanishing into a coral outcrop. Anemones pulsed softly as clownfish darted in and out like performers on cue. The visibility had been crystal-clear that day — one of those lucky mornings where the ocean seemed to open up just for them.
Every few minutes, a diver would look at the instructor, eyes wide in disbelief, and receive an OK signal in return. The language of bubbles replaced speech. For twenty minutes, it felt like being part of another world — silent, surreal, and absolutely alive.