Hotel Solidaire Mangily
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... southwest of the island of Morombe (to the North) to Tuléar (to the
believe that environment is managed by an ever-present God above all
over the world, who manages climate, meteorology, and nature in general.
The Vezo also believe that some minds,
regardless of the great anonymous God, live the sea and monitor the
entry of estuaries, the middle of the sea or a marine Cave may be
chaired by ...
small island in front of Anakao (nosy vé) where one can do snorkelling.
Straight out dinner by the ocean (lobster and sea cigallesGrilled accompanied rice with homemade tomato sauce) will be thousand timesbetter than the dinner the night before at Peter Pan... and much less expensiveObviously!
Departure at 8.30 morning in a outrigger canoe with Jojo and two young.
The boat is not thick: at most three meters long, for 50 ...
... we thought we had a winner. The only drawback, if such things offend you, was the stream of young Malagasy girls on the arms of old foreign (French) men.
The next morning as we were enjoying breakfast we were treated to a bizarre sight. A thin, blonde guy sporting huge movie star sun glasses and a white leather trench coat swept through the restaurant barking orders. It was later that morning as we went to purchase boat tickets to Anakao that ...
... it was indeed a nice lunch, which was turned a little sour when it became clear we were expected to pay for Joseph as well! Joseph hadn't mentioned this as being part of the deal and it left us feeling quite disappointed. I guess in every touristy destination there is always the chance you will be duped in some way or other. In this particular case, we'd been duped several times and so were feeling a bit miffed (and getting short of cash, with credit cards not an option). Thankfully ...
... to leave the bikes and most of our bags at the hotel and opt to stay in a hotel at our destination (Mangily). We set off in calm waters, a paddler at fore and aft, with Joseph, Richard and I in the centre. Past colourful pirogues, their crews setting or retrieving long nets in the shallow water and always, the chatty dialogue of the Malagasy. Once out into the Mozambique Channel proper we set the sail, a tatty affair, stained canvas patched with ...