Ibis Antananarivo Ankorondrano
Travel Blogs from Antananarivo
... Then we couldn’t get the wifi to work in the room. The travel agent, a woman named Hary (I was expecting a fellow) arrived to explain the overnight trip we had planned to start tomorrow morning.
Then the man who had requested the visit, Patrick, arrived and we sat with him for some time during which I explained my background and that of our church association and answered several biblical questions he had. I explained how ...
... there was a lighted sign of my Guest House.
The door man opened the building sized gate and took my bags. I paid the driver and he left.
Upstairs I went to check in. A petite, older Malagasy woman was the receptionist. With the most soft spoken voice, her English was just enough to get by, plus a bit more information. I explained I had no idea how to get to Antisibe, my first stop to see the Lemurs. She explained how I got there by Taxi Brousse (to be explained later). I ...
... cause of the arrest as the compressions continue.
His mother stands at the end of his bed. She watches this all go on. She finally reaches in and lifts one of his legs off the bed and drops it, heavy onto the bed, as it to verify that he really isn’t there anymore.
Finally, it is called. The little boy has died. His mother is told and she packs up his things almost immediately, as if unable to grasp or do anything else. But minutes later, I hear her wails ...
... hospital door that said “child” on the front, I was sent away in under a minute to return the next day.
If only I knew where I was.
I turned around, with no money on me (remember the very happy taxi driver?), and walked out the front door of the hospital without a clue of where I was, how I’d gotten there, how to get home, and worse, how to get back tomorrow.
Needless to say, after some further wandering in ...
... my entire world. To my embarrassment, I was perhaps a bit too firm because the Malagasy are very gentle people who do take ‘no’ for an answer and I came across as bit of nutter for being so aggressive! A man called Noel from the guesthouse I was staying at near the airport was waiting for me and I was taken there in the most un-roadworthy taxi I have ever been in! The interior doors no longer had anything covering their internal components so only ...
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- Swimming pool
- Free High-Speed Internet
- Wheelchair accessibility
- Free parking