Hotel La Ribaudiere
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... He had to re-up his celly. Stopped at a dude selling phone time, he bought more time ( not me ), and called once more. Turns out they don't do business out of their office? Only phone. Told em I'd call back. Told the taxi driver to take us to the Rova, the old seat and residence of the monarchy... A tourist spot that he had to be able to find. After creeping up the hill and almost stalling out countless times, we made it. Ditched that guy. Hired an English speaking (sorta, but ...
... people are all so foreign to me. That said, we walked around the city and through some tight and crazy markets and the people were all nice so far. I hardly slept at all on the 10 hour flight from Paris, so we took a snoozer in the afternoon, then did some maxin' relaxin by the pool:) on to the food....one of the nicest meals we've ever had. Ate at the hotel restaurant, guide book calls it a Tana institution, rightly so. ...
... have not seen one person running or in a hurry. It seems to be a matter of one foot in front of the other at a steady pace. This is how Dexter moved through life. Of course, we cannot assume that this is the only place where people move at a slower pace but I have seen people walking the way he walked. I have also noticed that many things that would set a person off in New York don't seem to get things heated up here. For instance, I have seen street hustlers and ...
... to use those "lost" days as down-time either later in the trip or when we get home. So if we didn’t need the two full days we’d have in Madagascar for work, I’d count them as personal days.
Since the potential visits hadn’t panned out, just lately I made plans to use the two days as personal time. I had a travel agent send a car to meet us at the airport and drive us to our hotel, a two-star hotel called the Hôtel ...
... my head.
Money in my wallet, I went back to see if my shuttle had arrived.
Nope. I looked outside and debated getting on the airport shuttle. I didn't think I was up for that yet. As I was trying to decide, a man told me to go see information and maybe they could I help. I walked over there, just to be told they couldn’t let me use their phone but to ask for the TEMA (cell phone shop).
The taxi drivers must play “Guess the Tourist”. ...